Zac and Mia (2017) s01e04 Episode Script
Thera-Flu; Coma Chameleon
[beeping.]
It's been two days, four hours, and 38 minutes since I said all the wrong things to Mia.
On top of that, my bubble was breached, and in my immunocompromised condition, a germ that normally wouldn't hurt a fly could knock me dead.
[somber music.]
Vinny.
[gasps.]
[beeping.]
Vinny, when can I and see him? Go call your parents, man.
Come on, go.
Vinny, what's going on in there? Zac has a cold.
It could easily - turn into pneumonia.
- This is all my fault.
Mama, mama, mama, Zac made a bad choice.
You are not to blame.
But I could've said no.
Zac's in good hands.
Mia.
Promise me that you'll stay in there until he gets better.
Mia, Mia.
[beeping.]
Hey.
I need a favor.
[somber music.]
[sniffs.]
[knocking.]
[sniffs.]
[door opens.]
Mia Phillips? Yes? Hi, I'm Rachel Adams, a friend of Vinny's.
[groans.]
And the hospital psychiatrist.
So now I need therapy.
Shocker.
I'm not here to psychoanalyze you.
Vinny just thought you might need a friend.
May I? I mean, I'd rather be alone right now.
Vinny may even refer to you as his favorite patient.
Now, I know that's a lie.
He says that to Zac at least twice a day.
- You and Zac are friends? - Yes.
Well, we were.
Mm, sounds like there's drama there.
He called me delusional.
Not a smart way to get on a girl's good side.
Right? And only because I don't scream from the rooftops that I have cancer.
Like he does.
People don't know you're sick? Just my mom and my boyfriend.
I mean, my ex-boyfriend.
You don't know whether he's your boyfriend or not? I'm leaning towards no.
He's he's hooking up with my best friend.
I know this won't make you feel better right now, but this place, you know, it has a knack for sifting out the people who really matter.
If he couldn't handle this, he doesn't matter.
Vinny, can you please do me a favor? You got it, buddy.
Can you check on Evan for me? Boy, you got us up on every other person in the world but for yourself, man.
Can you treat yourself to a cup of coffee on me? I'll do that.
[coughs.]
How come there's no photo of your mom? Simple, I hate her.
Hate's a strong word, Mia.
Okay, well, I hate her because she hates me.
What makes you say that? She is 34, and I'm 17.
Okay.
So she had you when she was your age.
Okay, what would you say that I am, on a scale of one to ten? I would say an 8, 8 1/2.
Nine on a good hair day.
Mia, I refuse to whittle a woman down to a number.
I get it.
Yay, feminism.
But you know what I mean.
My mom, when she was my age, was undeniably, straight up a ten, and I've seen old yearbook photos.
Whoa.
You think your mom blames you for ruining her perfect life? Yeah.
What does she do to make you think that? It's what she doesn't do.
She hasn't come to visit me one time.
I know I told her to stay the hell away from me, but who actually listens to their bratty daughter when it comes to something as major as this? She wanted this to happen to me.
You think she wished cancer on you? I think she prayed that something would happen to me, something bad.
- As in? - Osteosarcoma of the fibula.
[sighs.]
Mia, no one gave you cancer, especially not your mom.
Parents are just kids with a mortgage.
They don't know what they're doing.
But would you be able to handle motherhood perfectly? [door closes.]
You call your parents? [soft music.]
And hey, if you ever want my help, my door is wide open.
[sighs.]
I just.
.
I don't know.
I just want to be normal again.
I can't I mean, it's not like I'm smart.
I'm not an athlete.
I can't sing.
And you think prom could be your last shining moment.
Yeah.
So pathetic.
Mia, in this short conversation together, that is not the girl I see.
You deserve love, especially your own.
I heard you recently got wooed in the middle of the night with ice cream.
So don't give up When there's no hope to be found There are people out there who want to love you and be loved by you.
[beeping.]
[rapid beeping.]
[alarm blaring.]
Got a code blue, room 217.
I repeat, heart failure, room 217.
[soft guitar music.]
Don't understand I face the world the best that I can You can run But you can't find a way out Hold your breath Till you're blue in the face Change your mind till you run 'round in circles When all you have to do is wait I need your attention.
Your test came back positive for non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, stage 4-B.
You have cancer, Zac.
[gasps.]
I'm sorry.
- Mom.
[door slams.]
Everyone reacts in a unique way.
I'll need you to fill out this paperwork.
How long do I have? What are my odds? It's difficult to say definitively.
Ballpark? Statistically speaking, a young man your age with this condition has a 55% chance of survival, which is why it's imperative we begin fighting it immediately.
I have a 45% chance of dying? [ringing.]
[humming.]
Doc, what is that sound? [beep.]
This is very serious, Mr.
Meier.
[humming.]
One, two, three, four.
- Five, six, seven, eight.
- Keep that bag going.
- One, two, three, four - I still don't have a pulse.
- We're losing him! - Five, six, seven, eight.
- Go get Dr.
Lydell.
- One, two - Vinny, get him out of here.
- No, no, I need to stay, Zac! Seven, eight, one.
We got a pulse.
Shit.
- Evan.
- Do we have any updates? He's stable.
They just brought him into his room.
Look, we need somebody that's in charge.
Where's Victor? It's Vinny.
- Is Zac gonna be okay? - He's stable, Mrs.
Meier, but he's still very much in critical condition.
How does something like this even happen? He's supposed to be in protective isolation.
We're doing everything in our power to help him, Mr.
Meier, and we'll continue to do so with you folks waiting much more comfortably downstairs.
[beeping.]
Mr.
Meier.
[beeping.]
[soft music.]
[beeping.]
You aren't even you anymore.
You are cancer.
[beeping.]
You know, maybe it's time to just [somber music.]
Hey.
This is Mr.
Bojangles.
[ringing.]
He always makes me feel better.
I thought you could use him.
I'm so sorry.
Look, you don't have to be sorry.
I shouldn't have let you leave your room.
But you're strong, Zac.
You can beat this.
[soft music.]
[sobbing.]
Have you ever seen your mom, like, really cry? I saw how strong they needed me to be, and I was strong.
I was so strong.
But I guess I was just delaying the inevitable.
I'm just tired, Mia.
[elevator dings.]
Yeah.
No, I'm at the hospital.
Do we have to do this right now? Cam said he wanted to come, but I told him we have a full house.
Who? One of your son's best friends.
Bec, don't.
- What is wrong with you? - That is not fair.
No, when you're at home doing research or whatever your excuse is for not being here - Okay, shh! - I'm here every day, wondering when my tumor's gonna pop up.
Zac and I share the same DNA, don't we? You think I don't think about that? Yet I am still here.
But I'm just not prepared to watch my baby die.
[soft music.]
[rumbling.]
Helga.
[beeping.]
Helga.
You can't give up.
- Why are you doing this to me? - I wish I could help you.
You're not! You're not! I know this is hard.
Hard? Hard? Do you know how hard it is on my family? How impossibly hard it is to love a sick person? My cancer's killing them as it kills me.
2% is not gonna do anything.
You've never turned me down for a loan before.
No, that's not good enough.
- Dad, Dad.
Look, I don't care what your projections are.
This year's harvest is showing a tremendous growth already.
What is the matter with you? Think you could hold off on the business calls till we know whether your son's gonna wake up or not? You know I took a loss last season, right? Okay, how do you think I'm possibly gonna take care of Zac, let alone any of you, if that happens again? I don't get to take a day off.
You think this is a vacation for me? Jesus, your whole life is a vacation.
I know you think I'm just here for me you're wrong.
You have no idea what I do here.
Whatever it is you do, I'm paying for it.
Listen, you don't get to act like this is some selfless act on your part, all right? This is another excuse for you not to grow the hell up.
Oh, so while you're busy being all grown-up with your big boy job, you know what I'm doing? You really want to know? I'm talking your son off the ledge.
- What are you talking about? - No, Evan, don't.
A few months ago, when the chemo was kicking Zac's ass, and he could barely stand up, I found a letter on his computer, and it said good-bye to all of us, so I made him promise to delete it.
I made him promise that he wouldn't do that to us, to you, to me, to Bec, to Mom, and he did.
He deleted it.
So no, this isn't a vacation for me.
That's my favorite person in the entire world, and you know what? I'm gonna stick around and spend as many seconds with him as I can.
What are you gonna do? Here, you take your phone back.
You take your phone back, since that means more to you.
Take the phone.
[soft music.]
[sobs.]
I don't want to do this.
I don't want to do this anymore! [beeping.]
[beeping.]
[sobbing.]
Helga.
You know what's haunted me since the day I found out about all the cancer in my blood? The 45% chance that I'm not gonna make it.
The sweat, the pain, none of it mattered.
I'm done.
Done! - I'm done.
- You want life to be predictable and to make sense, but life's not like that.
You said it yourself.
You could have never predicted meeting me.
And look how that turned out.
You can't give up.
Zac, think of all the things that you're gonna miss out on.
Graduation.
You're gonna miss out on college, drunken mistakes in your 20s, getting married, having kids, living an amazing life.
I just can't, Mia.
If you can't do it for your family, if you can't do it for yourself, then please, fight for me, okay, because I need you.
Can you please wake up? Can you wake up for me? [gasps.]
[coughing.]
[beeping.]
[coughing.]
[beeping.]
[bright music.]
[beeping.]
A long, long time ago In a vengeful kind of way I never even noticed you'd gone I never tried to make you stay Welcome back, Zac.
To the sound of you opening your eyes See you're concussed and you're cold Sing that you are still alive [exclaiming and laughing.]
[knocking.]
Were you afraid to go to sleep? Your ear's pressed to the floor Listening for the sandman's creak Deserving all the luck The crowns [knock.]
With shoulders cut to fight Saying that you are still alive You're still alive You're still alive, we're still alive We're still alive, we're still alive We're still alive We're still alive
It's been two days, four hours, and 38 minutes since I said all the wrong things to Mia.
On top of that, my bubble was breached, and in my immunocompromised condition, a germ that normally wouldn't hurt a fly could knock me dead.
[somber music.]
Vinny.
[gasps.]
[beeping.]
Vinny, when can I and see him? Go call your parents, man.
Come on, go.
Vinny, what's going on in there? Zac has a cold.
It could easily - turn into pneumonia.
- This is all my fault.
Mama, mama, mama, Zac made a bad choice.
You are not to blame.
But I could've said no.
Zac's in good hands.
Mia.
Promise me that you'll stay in there until he gets better.
Mia, Mia.
[beeping.]
Hey.
I need a favor.
[somber music.]
[sniffs.]
[knocking.]
[sniffs.]
[door opens.]
Mia Phillips? Yes? Hi, I'm Rachel Adams, a friend of Vinny's.
[groans.]
And the hospital psychiatrist.
So now I need therapy.
Shocker.
I'm not here to psychoanalyze you.
Vinny just thought you might need a friend.
May I? I mean, I'd rather be alone right now.
Vinny may even refer to you as his favorite patient.
Now, I know that's a lie.
He says that to Zac at least twice a day.
- You and Zac are friends? - Yes.
Well, we were.
Mm, sounds like there's drama there.
He called me delusional.
Not a smart way to get on a girl's good side.
Right? And only because I don't scream from the rooftops that I have cancer.
Like he does.
People don't know you're sick? Just my mom and my boyfriend.
I mean, my ex-boyfriend.
You don't know whether he's your boyfriend or not? I'm leaning towards no.
He's he's hooking up with my best friend.
I know this won't make you feel better right now, but this place, you know, it has a knack for sifting out the people who really matter.
If he couldn't handle this, he doesn't matter.
Vinny, can you please do me a favor? You got it, buddy.
Can you check on Evan for me? Boy, you got us up on every other person in the world but for yourself, man.
Can you treat yourself to a cup of coffee on me? I'll do that.
[coughs.]
How come there's no photo of your mom? Simple, I hate her.
Hate's a strong word, Mia.
Okay, well, I hate her because she hates me.
What makes you say that? She is 34, and I'm 17.
Okay.
So she had you when she was your age.
Okay, what would you say that I am, on a scale of one to ten? I would say an 8, 8 1/2.
Nine on a good hair day.
Mia, I refuse to whittle a woman down to a number.
I get it.
Yay, feminism.
But you know what I mean.
My mom, when she was my age, was undeniably, straight up a ten, and I've seen old yearbook photos.
Whoa.
You think your mom blames you for ruining her perfect life? Yeah.
What does she do to make you think that? It's what she doesn't do.
She hasn't come to visit me one time.
I know I told her to stay the hell away from me, but who actually listens to their bratty daughter when it comes to something as major as this? She wanted this to happen to me.
You think she wished cancer on you? I think she prayed that something would happen to me, something bad.
- As in? - Osteosarcoma of the fibula.
[sighs.]
Mia, no one gave you cancer, especially not your mom.
Parents are just kids with a mortgage.
They don't know what they're doing.
But would you be able to handle motherhood perfectly? [door closes.]
You call your parents? [soft music.]
And hey, if you ever want my help, my door is wide open.
[sighs.]
I just.
.
I don't know.
I just want to be normal again.
I can't I mean, it's not like I'm smart.
I'm not an athlete.
I can't sing.
And you think prom could be your last shining moment.
Yeah.
So pathetic.
Mia, in this short conversation together, that is not the girl I see.
You deserve love, especially your own.
I heard you recently got wooed in the middle of the night with ice cream.
So don't give up When there's no hope to be found There are people out there who want to love you and be loved by you.
[beeping.]
[rapid beeping.]
[alarm blaring.]
Got a code blue, room 217.
I repeat, heart failure, room 217.
[soft guitar music.]
Don't understand I face the world the best that I can You can run But you can't find a way out Hold your breath Till you're blue in the face Change your mind till you run 'round in circles When all you have to do is wait I need your attention.
Your test came back positive for non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, stage 4-B.
You have cancer, Zac.
[gasps.]
I'm sorry.
- Mom.
[door slams.]
Everyone reacts in a unique way.
I'll need you to fill out this paperwork.
How long do I have? What are my odds? It's difficult to say definitively.
Ballpark? Statistically speaking, a young man your age with this condition has a 55% chance of survival, which is why it's imperative we begin fighting it immediately.
I have a 45% chance of dying? [ringing.]
[humming.]
Doc, what is that sound? [beep.]
This is very serious, Mr.
Meier.
[humming.]
One, two, three, four.
- Five, six, seven, eight.
- Keep that bag going.
- One, two, three, four - I still don't have a pulse.
- We're losing him! - Five, six, seven, eight.
- Go get Dr.
Lydell.
- One, two - Vinny, get him out of here.
- No, no, I need to stay, Zac! Seven, eight, one.
We got a pulse.
Shit.
- Evan.
- Do we have any updates? He's stable.
They just brought him into his room.
Look, we need somebody that's in charge.
Where's Victor? It's Vinny.
- Is Zac gonna be okay? - He's stable, Mrs.
Meier, but he's still very much in critical condition.
How does something like this even happen? He's supposed to be in protective isolation.
We're doing everything in our power to help him, Mr.
Meier, and we'll continue to do so with you folks waiting much more comfortably downstairs.
[beeping.]
Mr.
Meier.
[beeping.]
[soft music.]
[beeping.]
You aren't even you anymore.
You are cancer.
[beeping.]
You know, maybe it's time to just [somber music.]
Hey.
This is Mr.
Bojangles.
[ringing.]
He always makes me feel better.
I thought you could use him.
I'm so sorry.
Look, you don't have to be sorry.
I shouldn't have let you leave your room.
But you're strong, Zac.
You can beat this.
[soft music.]
[sobbing.]
Have you ever seen your mom, like, really cry? I saw how strong they needed me to be, and I was strong.
I was so strong.
But I guess I was just delaying the inevitable.
I'm just tired, Mia.
[elevator dings.]
Yeah.
No, I'm at the hospital.
Do we have to do this right now? Cam said he wanted to come, but I told him we have a full house.
Who? One of your son's best friends.
Bec, don't.
- What is wrong with you? - That is not fair.
No, when you're at home doing research or whatever your excuse is for not being here - Okay, shh! - I'm here every day, wondering when my tumor's gonna pop up.
Zac and I share the same DNA, don't we? You think I don't think about that? Yet I am still here.
But I'm just not prepared to watch my baby die.
[soft music.]
[rumbling.]
Helga.
[beeping.]
Helga.
You can't give up.
- Why are you doing this to me? - I wish I could help you.
You're not! You're not! I know this is hard.
Hard? Hard? Do you know how hard it is on my family? How impossibly hard it is to love a sick person? My cancer's killing them as it kills me.
2% is not gonna do anything.
You've never turned me down for a loan before.
No, that's not good enough.
- Dad, Dad.
Look, I don't care what your projections are.
This year's harvest is showing a tremendous growth already.
What is the matter with you? Think you could hold off on the business calls till we know whether your son's gonna wake up or not? You know I took a loss last season, right? Okay, how do you think I'm possibly gonna take care of Zac, let alone any of you, if that happens again? I don't get to take a day off.
You think this is a vacation for me? Jesus, your whole life is a vacation.
I know you think I'm just here for me you're wrong.
You have no idea what I do here.
Whatever it is you do, I'm paying for it.
Listen, you don't get to act like this is some selfless act on your part, all right? This is another excuse for you not to grow the hell up.
Oh, so while you're busy being all grown-up with your big boy job, you know what I'm doing? You really want to know? I'm talking your son off the ledge.
- What are you talking about? - No, Evan, don't.
A few months ago, when the chemo was kicking Zac's ass, and he could barely stand up, I found a letter on his computer, and it said good-bye to all of us, so I made him promise to delete it.
I made him promise that he wouldn't do that to us, to you, to me, to Bec, to Mom, and he did.
He deleted it.
So no, this isn't a vacation for me.
That's my favorite person in the entire world, and you know what? I'm gonna stick around and spend as many seconds with him as I can.
What are you gonna do? Here, you take your phone back.
You take your phone back, since that means more to you.
Take the phone.
[soft music.]
[sobs.]
I don't want to do this.
I don't want to do this anymore! [beeping.]
[beeping.]
[sobbing.]
Helga.
You know what's haunted me since the day I found out about all the cancer in my blood? The 45% chance that I'm not gonna make it.
The sweat, the pain, none of it mattered.
I'm done.
Done! - I'm done.
- You want life to be predictable and to make sense, but life's not like that.
You said it yourself.
You could have never predicted meeting me.
And look how that turned out.
You can't give up.
Zac, think of all the things that you're gonna miss out on.
Graduation.
You're gonna miss out on college, drunken mistakes in your 20s, getting married, having kids, living an amazing life.
I just can't, Mia.
If you can't do it for your family, if you can't do it for yourself, then please, fight for me, okay, because I need you.
Can you please wake up? Can you wake up for me? [gasps.]
[coughing.]
[beeping.]
[coughing.]
[beeping.]
[bright music.]
[beeping.]
A long, long time ago In a vengeful kind of way I never even noticed you'd gone I never tried to make you stay Welcome back, Zac.
To the sound of you opening your eyes See you're concussed and you're cold Sing that you are still alive [exclaiming and laughing.]
[knocking.]
Were you afraid to go to sleep? Your ear's pressed to the floor Listening for the sandman's creak Deserving all the luck The crowns [knock.]
With shoulders cut to fight Saying that you are still alive You're still alive You're still alive, we're still alive We're still alive, we're still alive We're still alive We're still alive