Damn it. I know I do that. You can hit me if I start.
I mean it. Strike me. Humble me.
I will.
My hair looks good. Don't touch my hair.
Read 'em and weep.
- Check. - Check.
- I'll bet. - Oh, man, you got nothin'.
- Go fish. - Hon, hon, you have zippo.
- Two dollars. - Oh, come on!
You're bluffing.
Put up or shut up.
- Two bucks. Cards for the players. - I'm in.
I think they should just change the rules.
For instance, you get like partial credit for a four... a four-card flush.
Especially if you have an ace. I had an ace. It was the best ace.
The biggest ace. The ace of spades. It was fan...
A big, bold card, and it deserves to beat a pair of deuces.
You want to dance?
You really are well, aren't you, Victor?
Yes, thanks to you.
What?
I don't know. Um... it feels like the deal's over.
What do you mean?
Well, like, the chemo's done and you're better...
and, uh... I'm still taking money.
- That's okay. - It doesn't feel right.
Maybe we should just go back.
Back? Why would you want to go back?
Well, I-I feel like there's no job here for me anymore.
Is there?
I guess not.
Okay.
Good night.
Mmm. Hi.
I have a confession to make.
- You awake? - No.
Good. Then it'll be easier.
I lied.
There were never any other women in my house.
That's okay. I lied too.
I was never vice president of the Future Nurses of America.
What about the picture of you and that girl?
- What picture? - The one in your apartment.
Jean. Jean.
College.
She was...
I was in remission and...
we were in love, I guess.
I don't know.
I got sick, she left.
Now you're leaving because I'm well.
No. I just told you I don't want to take your money anymore.
Okay, no more money.
I have to give you something then.
Mmm. No more art history lessons, please.
Well...
then I have only one thing to give you.
My heart.
You can have my heart.
I couldn't say that before.
You can't say that to someone when you're sick.
Yes, you can.
I love you, Hilary...
and I don't want you to leave.
You don't have to say anything. It's all right.
I do have to say something.
I want to...
I want to say, um...
You're a pain in the ass.
But I know the sweetness in you, and I know that you've changed me.
And I want to say...
thank you.
I won't leave you.
Oh! It's cold!
Never dare a Geddes.
Good morning, Mrs. Merkel.
Hello? Anybody home?
Hello?
- Hey. Time to strip the windows. - Hi.
Sorry I've been so long.
I've been working up at this winery for this old lady, making barrels.
She's crazy. She's got three husbands buried out there.
And she reads tea leaves. I'm not kiddin'.
She's crazy. You gotta meet her.
Here's where your problem is. Comes right off the water and right in.
Feel.
- Feel it? - Mm-hmm.
- Hello, Gordon. - Vic! Hey!
- Hi. How are you doing? - All right.
Uh... what are you doing?
I got a surprise.
- Well, it is freezing in here. - Mm-hmm.
Call me insane, but I'd venture a guess...
that Gordon would like to warm you up in any way possible.
Cappy told me you didn't have a TV set.
Yes. Uh, no.
I guess we never... ever...
Well, it's only black and white.
I don't use it, so...
- Oh, I, uh... - Here.
I'll put it on the table.
Oh, cripes.
"Cripes"?
Be careful. God.
- Oh, no. It works.
Thanks, Gordon.
I don't think... We're not really very big, uh, television watchers here.
But thanks. We're not, uh...
- What is nectar? - Absolutely right.
- Oh, wait. - TheJetsons!
- Are you a big fan of TheJetsons now? - Go back one.
- Belle of Amherst. - Emily Dickinson.
- Duncan. - Who is Emily Dickinson?
- Correct. - "TR" for 400, please.
Answer there:
- Troika. - What is a troika?
- Yes. - What is a troika?
- It's a light Russian sleigh pulled by three horses.
Uh, Glass Menagerie.
- Duncan. - What is Glass Menagerie?
- College snot. College snot answer.
The most beautiful play ever written.
- Oh, the Mertzes! - Who are the Mertzes?
- Correct. Who are the Mertzes?
We're just incredible. We're an intellectually wonderful couple.
- Oh, wait! Wiggle her nose. - What is wiggle her nose?
- "Television"for 300. - Cripes.
- What are they talking about? - David Cassidy!
- Is that the actor? No, they want the character. - Oh, Partridge. Keith Partridge.
Too late. Sorry.
- Strict standards here on television. - It's under the wire.
- What are springs? - Oh, shit!
You have to be quiet while we're trying to watch.
"To the moon, Alice!"
What is "To the moon, Alice"? - Zoom!
- Were you people weaned on television? - "American History"for 500.
The last clue in that column:
- Buchanan. - Who was Abraham Lincoln?
- Ha! You got it wrong! - Shh! Buchanan!
- James Buchanan. - Oh, yes!
Thank you very much. Hello, Jeopardy people!
Send my money through the Pony Express.
Bring me a check. Put it in my furry little hand.
Watch this and don't be frightened.
- Oh. - Ha!
I expect you to be duly impressed.
- Hey! - That's great you made it.
- How are you? - Good.
- Casks. - Yeah.
- Oak. - Oak, right.
He's an expert.
Is that the cask room?
Want a tour? Come on.
There's this crazy old lady who owns this place.
She'll do anything I ask because she loves me.
Yes. Like a mother loves her idiot child.
This is Estelle Whittier.
- Hilary. - Hi.
- Hello. - Victor.
- How do you do? - Victor.
Uh, well, we thought we'd take you to lunch.
- Victor's driving. - Pass.
Well, have lunch with me.
How are you doing over here? Want some more wine?
All right.
- Thank you, Annabel. - You're welcome.
What?
- It's a maze. - Yes!
- Very good. - Tell him what's in it.
- What? - My three husbands.
- Dead. - Buried, he meant to say.
By me. Each one in their turn.
Good men.
No one knows where.
Sooner or later, everyone tries to find them and get back out.
- Not many succeed. - It can't be that hard.
Take my word for it. Step inside, and you're lost.
Brewer's yeast. "Delightful nutty flavor. "
- I'm sure. - It's good for iron.
- Iron! - Oh, Tiger's Milk. Ninety-five percent protein.
"Four heaping teaspoons in a glass of milk. "
Just enough to choke an ostrich.
Help me find, um, Royal Jelly. I need Royal Jelly.
Do you know what RoyalJelly does?
Is this a quiz?
- What? - You look sweaty.
- It's hot in here. - Let me.
Tsk. Warm.
My lips are warm too.
Just a little night sweats, Vic. It's just a little night sweats.
What, honey?
It's okay, baby. Go back to sleep.
More tea, Mrs. Whittier?
Uh, no, thank you, Annabel. It's time to read the leaves.
- Little baby Gordon doesn't have to have his read.
- Thank you. - I've already read his.
Ladies first. Thank you, dear.
Dum, dum, dum, dum.
- Hmm. - What?
A scattering. A road. A rabbit.
- A bunny! - A "cwazy wabbit. "
Is that good or bad?
It means luck.
Luck at the end of a journey.
Out of confusion.
- Really? - And now Victor.
Uh...
Uh, I can read my own leaves.
Yes. Another one of my many hidden talents...
along with bocci and advanced masonry.
Hmm. I'd rather forget.
How about that?
My future, it's something... It's short, difficult.
Lots ofblind curves.
Oh, my God! Why, it's a maze!
Not yet. Wait till I get up there.
All right, all right. Okay, wait a minute.
- Wait. - All right. All right. Okay?
- All right? - All right. Wait, wait. Go, go!
My first husband built the damn thing.
He used to run through it naked.
- Gordon, I think we should go get him. - Oh, no. He's doin' fine.
One minute, Victor!
Yes, yes, Gordon.
The clock is ticking!
Okay, let's find the center here. We'll go...
Damn it.
- Three minutes, Victor! - Yeah.
Yes!
Are you lost? Want some help?
I don't like this. I'm gonna go get him.
- No! No, no, no. - Let her go.
Victor? Victor?
Victor!
Lost my head there for a...
Jesus.
Okay, find the center here, and we'll get out.
Goddamn it!
Eureka.
Victor?
Oh, God. Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Victor. Victor!
Please. Please. No.
Victor!
Victor! Victor!
Why are you screaming? Come along. Time's a-wasting.
- You scared me. Why didn't you answer me? - Shh. Come along.
- Why didn't you answer me? - Oh! Ha-ha!
- There's a grave site back there. - 12:24.
12:24! Victor victorious!
- Oh, Victor. - Jesus. Yes. You scared me.
- Sorry. Will you get an extra blanket for the bed because... - What? Why?
- It was really cold, and I really don't want you to... - Oh, okay... Mom.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Too bad the maze wasn't any longer.
We could still be inside.
There's always Versailles.
You know, I told Estelle you have a terminal disease.
- What? - Asshole-itis.
Asshole-itis. Very cute. Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
- Victor. Hey. - What? What?
- Can you... - What?
- You know. - Do it? No. I can't do it right now.
- Because you're sick? - No. Because...
Because you're sick.
Because I can't always do it when you want, all right?
Perhaps I'm just not as prolific as your construction worker friends.
- Fuck you. - Oh, Jesus.
Think we can get through this without a "fuck you," Hilary?
Hilary.
Hils.
I'm sorry.
Are you sick?
No.
Would you tell me if you were?
Yes.
It's all right.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How are you? - Fine.
Oh, guess what? Estelle gave me this great white dress ofhers for the Christmas party.
It's beautiful. Want to see what I got my mom for Christmas? It's not a doll.
Did you call your father to wish him a merry Christmas?
Give it a rest, hon.
He doesn't know where you are, does he?
I'll call him in the morning, okay?
I ran into Gordon in town today.
- Great. - I invited him to dinner tonight.
He didn't have anybody to spend Christmas Eve with.
I'll get it, hon!
- Honey, it's Gordon! - Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
- Good to see you. - Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas. - I'm knocked out you asked me.
Well, we're knocked out you came.
- Nothing. - Nope, nothing.
Excuse me, Gordon. I do the garbage around here.
- Did you bring us some figgy pudding? - No. Presents.
- Merry Christmas. - Thank you.
Open it.
- Bubble bath. - Yeah. That's not all.
Ooh.
Bubble bath.
- Merry Christmas. - Whiskey!
- It's 52 months old. - It won't get a day older.
Let's have a toast.
Okay, this is to... how great this is.
Really.
Okay.
Well, this is not like my mother's.
- There's not enough lumps in the potatoes.
My mother was the worst cook ever born.
No. No, my mother.
What did she make you for lunch in school?
Wait. Did she give you a bag or a pail?
A pail? Are you kidding me?
I had a pail. It had the Six Million Dollar Man on it.
- And every time you opened it, it squeaked...
and everybody would look.
Did she give you, uh, peanut butter and banana sandwiches?
No. Fluffernutters.
Fluffernutters?
Van Gogh.
Huh?
Van Gogh is the answer. What is the question?
Oh, okay.
- Too late. - No. Again. Go again.
Youngest president.
- No, you have to ask the question with an answer. - Kennedy.
- T.R. - Who?
- Colors of the French flag. - Red, white and blue.
- Blue, white and red. - Oh, come on.
- Sculpted the Piet�. - Do sports.
Michelangelo.
Executed by Elizabeth I.
Do sports, for Christ's sake.
Mary, Queen of Scots. The "S"in U.S. Grant.
All right, wait a minute.
Simpson. Grant. Grant Wood. Grant. Grant Wood.
Come on, honey. You should know this one. Grant Wood.
American Gothic, for Christ's sake, honey.
Whoa, contestant number one, hold up, hold up.
Aren't you gonna play, sweetheart? Oh!
Victor, we'll play if you do sports or sitcoms.
- Okay, we'll do sitcoms. Sitcoms? Great, okay. - Yeah, okay.
Uh, he wrote Lysistrata. Aristophanes.
Sitcoms, Victor. Come on. Like Mr. Ed.
Shakespeare. That's a sitcom. She Stoops to Conquer. Oliver Goldsmith.
- This is no English class! - They're all situationally comic.
Hils, what is he doing? What are you doing, Victor? For Christ's sakes.
Jesus, come on! Nine. All right. Nine.
Nine!
Hello! Hello in there!
Gordon, don't.
Number of players on a baseball team, Gordo.
Here, let me help him.
All right. Okay.
Just take it easy, Victor. You'll be all right.
Come on. You'll sleep it off.
Put your head down. You'll be okay.
Sorry I brought the bottle. I didn't know that, uh...
- Neither did I. - If I can do anything...
Good night.
Um, remember, if you need me...
Thanks.
Ugh!
You lied to me.
I'm sorry.
I've been so crazy, I don't know what's going on.
I didn't want... I don't... don't want it to end.
That's all.
- But you're sick. We have to go back. - No, listen.
Can't we just pretend that, um...
- Pretend? - Yes.
Yeah, that it, um, um... that I'm all right.
But you're not all right. You're sick.
- No, no. No. - And you're going back to the hospital.
- Listen to me. Do you love me? - What?
Just tell me. I know it's difficult. I'm sorry. Just tell me.
- Tell me. - I don't like this.
All right, all right, all right.
I'm not going back. I am never going back.
I did lie to you. I wasn't through with the chemotherapy.
- What! - Shh. Shh. My beautiful, sweet girl.
I'm sorry. I had to. It was killing me.
You saw it. That's why I chose you.
Not just to come up here with me...
but to stay with me no matter what happens.
- No matter what happens. - No!
Shh, shh, shh!
Just to stay for good... or whatever.
Just no more hospitals. No more treatments.
No more.
It is enough, Hilary.
Ten years is enough.
That's no life. I need a life.
I have a life with you.
- If you love me, you'll help me. - Do what?
Let it happen. Just let it happen.
- Let you die? - No.
When you decide?
You don't ask me or anything. You just decided?
And then you want me to say... You want me...
You want me to tell you I love you?
Then you can say, "Well, great. Now I'm gonna die and I'm gonna leave you. "
Hilary.
And you let me believe that we had...
that I was part of something real for the first time in my life.
And the whole goddamn thing was a lie!
No, Hilary, I believed it too.
I thought that this time I wouldn't get sick again.
- I thought you could... - What? That I could what?
Do you have any idea what it's like for me here?
You know, every day...
every fucking day I wake up to see if you're still alive.
I watch to see if you eat, to see if you shit.
And you knew that you were getting sick again the whole time...
and you didn't tell me.
How was I supposed to know? Because I'm not a nurse.
I'm not a fucking nurse!
You think I don't feel something because I'm stupid?
Fuck you, because I feel something!
I feel everything, and I can't watch you die!
- Hello. - M-Mr. Geddes, this is Hilary O'Neil.
- I'm your son's... - I know exactly who you are, Miss O'Neil.
I must tell you that if my son is in any danger...
Uh... he is. That's why I'm calling.
He's very sick, and I think you need to come get him now.
Yes. All right. Where? Where is he?
He's, um...
Miss O'Neil...
please.
3 Main Street, Mendocino.
Okay. Okay, okay.
You did the right thing.
Oh, Victor. Shit!
Okay, okay.
Victor, Victor.
I had the police looking for you. I hired two detectives to look for you.
I just don't understand why... I don't know why you would sneak away like that.
Do you hate me that much?
No. No.
You're my father.
I love you.
But I am not a boy anymore...
and I just wanted to be alone with Hilary, that's all.
All right.
Yes.
But when you're through with the treatment.
I mean, Victor, God, how could you walk away in the middle of it?
I wanted... her to see me with hair.
So why didn't you tell me that?
- You think I wouldn't understand? - Would you have let me go?
No.
Victor, believe me, believe me, believe...
I would love to hide away here, too, with a beautiful girl.
- It's the enchanted cottage. - It was.
But I am taking you back to the hospital now.
Okay. Okay, but tomorrow.
- No. - I'll go back with you tomorrow.
- Victor, listen to me. - There's a party tonight.
Well, you...
I have to see her one last time.
I have to.
Please.
All right.
Somebody dropped something over there.
Sylvia, bring that stuff and put it right over there.
I'm sorry I can't come to your party tonight, Estelle.
Victor is very sick, and I had to call his father to come get him.
I know. Victor called.
He and his father are coming tonight.
You know... people think it's funny that I buried three husbands.
It's a joke around here.
I don't know why.
It isn't funny at all...
watching someone you love get sick, is it?
I don't give advice, love.
But if I were you...
I'd be at the party tonight.
Merry Christmas.
Hello. I'm Victor's father.
Hi. Gordon. Nice to meet you.
Thank you, Miss O'Neil. You saved his life.
- Is he here? - Yes.
Well, he was standing right over there a second ago.
You want to dance? Let's dance.
- No, I don't think I... - Come on, let's dance.
What's the matter?
Um... I'll be back.
Hilary...
Victor.
I'm sorry. I had to call your father.
I'm going back with him.
- To the hospital? - Yes.
Good.
They'll take care of you there.
Tell Gordon he better damn well take care of you.
No, it's not like that.
I'll be going back to Oakland soon, and...
and I'll visit you, if that's okay.
I think we should just...
Good-bye.
Well, I remember them. Of course.
They've moved into the area, and they would love to see you.
- Why don't you stop in and see them? - Next time I'll do that.
- Mr. Geddes. Hi. - Hello.
I thought Victor was going back with you.
He is. Tomorrow.
He, uh, wanted to spend the night alone.
Now, don't worry. He's safe now.
He said he'd call me in the morning.
- Thanks. - Merry Christmas, Miss O'Neil.
Excuse me.
- You running away? - Jesus.
I thought that was my trick.
No more tricks, Hilary...
and no more hospitals.
I don't want to hurt you anymore.
I never wanted to hurt you.
You know, you are the first person...
in 10 years that made me forget that I was sick.
I just wanted to stay here with you.
- To make love with you. - Then where are you going?
You gonna hide somewhere till you die?
I can't let you do that, Victor. I can't let you give up.
I gave up when you left me.
No, you didn't. You gave up before I left.
Hilary... I don't want to be sick anymore.
I know. That's why I want you to come back with me.
- I can't. - Why?
- I'll drive you to the hospital. I'll carry you. - I cannot do it.
- Why? - I can't do it.
- Tell me why. - Because.
Because I am afraid.
Afraid of what?
Of hoping!
It hurts to be around you, Hilary...
because...
you make me want to live... so much.
Then live, Victor.
You don't know what's gonna happen.
You don't know when you're gonna die. Nobody does.
But we have right now. So fight, Victor. Live with me.
- I can't. - Live with me.
I can't do that.
Look at you.
You are so... young...
and so beautiful and smart.
You can do anything, Hilary. Anything you want to do.
Why do you want to do this?
Because I love you.
And if you come back with me to the hospital and fight for us...
if you fight for us, I will never leave you, Victor.
But you have to fight. And if you get well...
when you get well... I- I'll be there with you.
And if you, if you die, I'll hold your hand.
And the last thing you'd ever see would be me...
because I love you.
I do.
Oh, God.
I love you.