Erica: Previously on "being Erica":
A couple of weeks ago I found a lump in my breast.
I went to the doctor, they took a biopsy,
and it came back positive.
For cancer, Erica.
I have breast cancer.
Dr. Tom: This is the next phase of your journey as a patient.
Erica: What about the regrets?
What about my list? What about time travel?
Is there any of that?
So, what are you? A thief?
I was an enforcer for a loan shark.
Erica: An enforcer. And that means that you...?
Beat up people or took their shit
if they couldn't pay.
Pretty good.
Adam: My younger brother John was in jail
and I, I was, uh...
I was on the job.
Any problems?
Nothing major.
Good. 'Cause I have another job.
Man: (Pained) Ungh!
The guy owed me money.
He owed a lot of people money.
Man: (Pained) Ungh!
(Pained cry)
(Engine rumbles)
(Struggling grunts)
(Panting)
What are you doing running?
(Panting)
I got this back. Everything's okay.
Everything's not okay, Darryl.
This regret isn't about getting your Discman back,
it's about standing up to those guys
who took it in the first place.
(Exhales heavily)
I can't do it, Adam.
I know I'm supposed to, but I just... I can't.
You can't?
You're physically and emotionally unable
to step out there and stand up for yourself?
Really?
Please don't make me do this.
I can't make you do anything, Darryl.
(Sighs heavily)
This is going to hurt.
Hey, assholes!
You looking for me?
♪
(door squeaks open)
So? How was it?
Darryl: Great.
Really scary and painful towards the end,
but great.
I couldn't have done it without this guy.
(Laughs) You did all the heavy-lifting.
Wait, was that modesty?
Adam: Darryl's go-to place is to play the victim.
No offense.
No, it's true.
Even after all the work I've done, it's like...
In moments of stress,
that old, weak voice inside rears its head.
Adam: And that's gonna keep happening, my friend.
You can't outrun your demons.
Darryl: Well then, what's the point?
The point is to limit their power
by recognizing them for what they are:
Just voices inside your head,
telling you what you can and can't do.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Well, unless someone else has something to add,
I think we're done here for the day.
Adam: Actually, I was just thinking that Darryl's regret
kinda reminded me of that issue
you were having with your boss, Rebecca.
We could explore that.
Yeah, we could,
or I could get back to my birthday party.
Keener.
Agh. You guys are just slackers.
Camilla: I'm a slacker who needs to get back to work.
Bye, everybody.
Bye. Well, no parties for me.
I've got a hot date with a Blu-Ray manual
I'm editing.
(Clears throat)
What about you? Big plans tonight?
Every night.
(Door opens and closes)
Well... (Sighing) See ya soon, Doc.
Good night, Adam.
(Knob jingles)
(Door creaks shut)
(Beer bottle clanks)
Erica: They say we manifest our intentions;
that we choose how we live.
But when life doesn't turn out the way you'd hoped,
it makes you stop and wonder.
Did you ever really have a choice,
or is this just the way it was meant to be?
How much of our lives can we choose,
and how much is just who we are?
♪ Being Erica 3x05 ♪ Being Adam Original Air Date on October 20, 2010
♪ it's clearer inside of me ♪
♪ who I will always be ♪
♪ open me up to my heart ♪
♪ feels like I'm seeing in the dark ♪
♪ waking me up to my heart ♪
♪ to do it all over ♪
♪ again and again ♪
♪ until the end ♪
♪ the sum of my dreams ♪
♪ and everything I ever wanted to be ♪
-- sync, corrected by elderman -- -- for www.addic7ed.com --
(shovels scrape)
Adam: Hey. Desmond: Adam.
That looks good.
I like how the spacing between the plants
plays off the rocks.
It's nicely laid out.
Thanks.
You've got an eye for this, Adam.
A real talent.
I wish I could say the same about these guys.
Thanks. I like the work.
And it shows.
So how long 'til you move on, Adam?
How do you mean?
I keep waiting for you to start your own business
and become my competition.
It's never gonna happen.
No? Why not?
Well, you know...
I'm 34, getting up there.
Warren Buffet didn't make his first million
'til he was 32.
See? I'm already two years too late.
Yeah, so, I better get down there
and make sure he doesn't hurt himself, yeah?
Uh, yeah.
(Streetcar rumbles by)
(Door creaks open, keys jingle and drop on table)
(Door shuts)
John.
Hope you don't mind.
You won't return my calls, so...
I thought I'd drop in.
And don't worry, I just picked the lock,
I didn't break it.
What are doing here?
I can't come and visit my brother?
Hastings is dead, Adam.
He's dead?
The wake's today.
Was it an accident or did someone get to him?
No, he had a heart attack,
right in front of me.
Shit.
Yeah.
Oh, man, I'm... I'm sorry.
Me too.
Look, the wake's at Morrison's.
You gonna be there?
Can't.
I figured this was a waste of time.
It's not a good idea.
The man made you.
I thought maybe you'd wanna pay him some respect.
I wish I could.
Well, it's your choice.
But he have wanted you there.
Mom's had these since the '70s.
Oh no, no soy products.
No sketchy plastic cups.
Only organic meat, and milk,
and fruits and vegetables...
And smoke. Erica!
Oh... shit!
No!
Samantha: (Coughs)
Hey, mom.
Why is my kitchen a disaster area?
We thought we'd clean the house for you.
Which we did.
Erica: And...
We thought we'd make dinner for you.
Which we tried to.
Barbara: What's in this box?
Oh, mom, those are ancient.
They're probably leaching all kinds of chemicals.
You girls drank kool-aid out of them for years.
Yeah, and look at us, hm?
Samantha: Oh, I picked those up from the hospital today.
We hold this great breast cancer support group.
A support group?
Mm-hm.
Well, thank you, girls,
but I don't think I need a support group.
Okay, well, if you change your mind,
all the info's right there.
Erica: Look, mom, why don't you sit and relax,
and we'll put dinner on the table.
(Amused laugh)
Uh, here's a thought.
Why don't we go out to eat instead?
No. You've been running around all day.
And I'll be fine if I'm out for a couple more hours.
Ma, I don't think that we need-
what?
I have cancer, not a heart condition.
Yeah, okay. Let's just...
We'll get cleaned up and we will go out.
Okay.
Erica: I told you to put it at 375.
Samantha: I did.
Erica: You put it up...
(Knock at door)
(Clears throat)
Hey. Hey. What're you doing here?
We had plans.
Did we?
You forgot.
Typical. You always forget.
Doesn't matter. You're here now.
Stop.
Adam, I want to talk.
I don't feel like talking.
♪ Now I got her in the flow ♪
♪ I'm just saying baby, give me more ♪
♪ and I don't even know ♪
♪ I got her feeling nice, I got her in a daze ♪
♪ a little bit of love go a whole lotta way ♪
♪ says she likes how I play ♪
♪ and I love what she say ♪
♪ don't talk, just kiss me, baby, now ♪
♪ don't talk, just kiss me, baby ♪
♪ just kiss me, baby, just kiss me, baby, now ♪
♪ don't talk, just kiss me, baby, now ♪
♪ don't talk, just kiss me, baby ♪
♪ just kiss me, baby just kiss me, baby, now ♪
Jessica: I gotta go.
Mm, I don't think I can let that happen.
Jessica: I don't think you have a choice.
Adam: (Groans) Oh...
Always with the games, Jess.
That shit doesn't work on me.
I came over today to tell you that this has to stop.
That's why you came over, is it?
No. Adam.
Jess.
Look, I can't keep doing this forever.
Adam: I'm not talking forever.
I know. You never talk forever.
Look, we always knew this wasn't gonna last.
You don't want a relationship and that's fine.
I'm just...
I'm just saying
I've reached a point where I want more.
It's cool. You do what you gotta do.
Bye.
(Heels clack as Jess retreats)
(Door closes)
(Shelf rattles)
John: So we're trying to lose the cops.
Hastings hits the corner so fast,
he flips the car onto the roof.
Man: (Boisterous chuckle)
(Clears throat) So we're sitting there,
strapped in, upside down,
and he turns to me and he says,
"see, that's why I don't drink and drive.
This shit's hard enough as it is."
(Hearty laughter throughout room)
John: (Clears throat)
Now, I think big Frenchie
has a few words he'd like to say.
Well...
Hastings always said,
"if it's got tits or tires,
sooner or later it's bound to give you trouble."
(Laughter throughout room)
Changed your mind.
I wanted to pay my respects.
You can speak after Frenchie's done.
I wasn't planning on saying anything.
Come on... It'll make 'em happy.
Just go up there
and crack a few jokes about the man.
It's no big deal.
Big Frenchie: ...Never give handshake that wasn't square.
I don't know if boss was a religious man,
but I hope someone is looking out for him
like he was looking out for us.
To my friend, to Hastings.
Mourners: (Toasting) Here, here! Hastings!
Big Frenchie: (Laughs) Adam.
Adam: Hey, Frenchie.
(Laughs)
(Clears throat)
Hello, everyone.
It's been a couple years since I've seen Hastings.
There was a... A lot of resentment there.
He resented me for abandoning him
and I resented him for bringing me into this life
in the first place.
But intentions and everything else aside,
Hastings was always there for me.
Let's face it,
most of us here don't have anyone looking out for us.
He wasn't perfect, but he backed me up
and he taught me a hell of a lot.
For that, I'll always be grateful.
To Hastings!
Mourners: To Hastings.
(Low hum of chatter and laughter)
(Alcohol sloshes)
John: That's good, French, thanks.
Big Frenchie: Come on, Adam, spill.
You always had something going on.
I remember Frenchie practically lived off your cast-offs.
I broke up with a girl today, French.
Too bad you weren't around. I woulda introduced you.
See? That's what I'm talkin about.
Ain't been the same since you left.
(Laughs) Yeah,
'cause Frenchie hasn't got laid since you left.
(Laughter)
Adam, we're heading to Jilly's. You coming?
No, I can't.
I gotta work in the morning.
Oh, we all gotta work in the morning.
Come on.
It's one drink. Good to catch up.
It's up to you, Adam.
All right. Why not?
John: Took it down to the track the other day.
Got it up to two forty.
Zero to a hundred in four and a half seconds.
(Car security system beeps)
Adam: That's pretty sweet.
John: What're you driving these days?
Adam: Big ol' stretch streetcar.
Thinking of getting a bicycle.
Bullshit.
Big Frenchie: (Laughs)
Something funny, Frenchie?
'Cause you look like you could use some exercise.
I don't know how you gave it all up.
What're you doing again?
Gardening work. General labour stuff.
Ah, sounds like minimum wage to me.
(Laughs)
Well then, maybe I should just come back and take over.
I mean, that was always Hasting's plan, right?
Johnny, you never did have a sense of humour.
Don't worry so much.
Frenchie and Curtis: (Laugh)
Youse coming or what?
Curtis: (Laughs)
(Engine roars, car peels away)
(Hum of traffic)
(Car slows down)
What're we doing here?
I have to get some smokes.
Adam: At Eddie's?
You couldn't stop anywhere else?
You don't need a bat for Eddie.
Tell him that.
Shithead doesn't listen to me.
John, I came out for a drink,
not to beat the crap out of someone.
You want to spare Eddie a beating?
Then go in there.
He'll shit a brick just seeing you,
and then he'll pay up.
John: Oh, there goes my brother,
turning his back and walking away.
Again.
Eddie's on your conscience.
What're you doing?
What am I doing? Yeah.
Hastings was grooming you, Adam,
because you're scary.
Because you make the rest of us
look like goddamned boy scouts.
And you can live in a shithole,
and plant all the pretty flowers you want,
but it's not gonna change who you really are.
Now get in there and do what you do best.
(Hard punch)
(Chuckles)
See?
Not so different after all,
are ya?
(Breathing heavily)
What happened back there?
I should never've gone back.
Not to the wake, not for a drink.
You're being too hard on yourself.
Darryl: We all take steps back.
Rebecca: And it's not like your brother
didn't just totally provoke you.
Erica: Just to be the devil's advocate...
I'm kinda wondering why you got so angry.
It wasn't obvious?
It's because John, he touched a nerve, right?
And I just think that it's important to understand
why his words, they held so much power.
He was trying to get me riled and it worked.
Yeah, but why?
I don't know why.
Because he was being an asshole.
Dr. Tom: Adam, why don't you tell us about "the boss from hell."
You're joking me?
Dr. Tom: No, I don't joke about these things.
Adam: Today?
It's the regret that screwed up my whole life.
And you had to wait until now to throw it at me?
Because you haven't been ready...
Until now.
So, please.
(Sighs)
Um...
I was twenty-one and I couldn't get a job.
So my dad called in some favours.
Sean, my boss,
he had it in for me from day one.
Hated my guts.
Every day, yelling in my face,
over and over again.
Until one day... I snapped.
(Punch thuds)
(Dull thud of kick)
(Hard whack)
(Shovel clunks)
The guy was pretty messed up.
I got six months and I came out full of hate.
People knew what I'd done, word had gotten around.
No one would hire me,
except Hastings.
And so I signed up,
brought my little brother into it,
and the rest is my sick history.
And? If you could go back?
I would walk away from Sean, instead of hitting him.
But that would change everything, Dr. Tom,
and I know that's not how this works.
Well, why don't you let me worry about how this works.
(Whoosh)
Sean: What the hell's the matter with you?!
And I don't want to hear your whining!
Sean: You're the most useless piece of shit
I ever had working for me!
Sorry, boss.
Sean: My five year-old daughter could do a better job.
Why don't you take a breather
and come back in about 15 minutes.
'Cause I don't take orders from you.
Okay, look, Sean...
You're losing it over nothing here.
I'm trying to do my job the best that I can.
If that's your best, then go!
Go!
You're firing me?
Yes, genius, I'm firing you!
You're fired!
(Pebbles clatter)
(Motor rumbles nearby)
(Traffic hums in the distance, dog barks)
(Ball thunks)
Adam and John: (Laugh warmly)
John: Adam, what're you doing?
I'm trying to clean the mess up here.
It's always a mess.
I thought you were working today.
I was.
'Til that asshole fired me.
Shit. Dad got you that job.
I know, John.
Don't you worry about dad, okay?
Hey, you want me to call Jer and Eric?
The four of us go down there tonight
and kick the shit out of him.
No, Johnny, I don't.
Why not? He fires you for no reason.
Turn the other cheek.
Didn't you listen to anything Father O'Leary said to you
in Sunday School?
Nah, I was too busy trying to figure out
how to corrupt Rosetta Notarianni.
(Laughs)
(Ball whaps against the pavement)
(Playful laughter)
John: To the Fitzpatrick brothers, the toughest...
Best-looking irish in moss park.
(Bottles clink)
Mm, mm...
Lunch is on me.
No, John.
Yes. You got fired today.
Let me do this for you.
Buy you lads a drink?
One of my boys, Frenchie - know him?
I know of him.
Tells me that you and Sean Foran
had words today...
And now you're out of a job.
I have work.
Pays better than anything you're likely to get.
I'm honoured, but, uh...
I don't think I'm what you're looking for.
Let me be the judge of that.
(Glasses clink, pool balls clatter)
No disrespect, but uh... (Clears throat)
I can't accept your offer.
Your choice.
Enjoy the beer.
Oh, and say hi to your dad for me.
Do you know what you just turned down?
(Sighs deeply)
Barbara: What a darling little place.
Mom! Is that top new?
Yes! Yes, I bought it today.
The salesgirl talked me into it,
and I'm glad she did.
Julianne: Barb!
I'm so happy to see you again.
Barbara: Your hair's gorgeous.
Barbara and Julianne: Muah!
And so is your top. Ooh-la-la!
Thank you.
Hi, I'm Ivan, and I love your decleavage.
Decolletage!
I'm sorry. I failed high school French.
(Slightly uncomfortable laughter)
(Music plays and patrons chatter)
Oh, uh... I'm gonna go make you that cosmo.
Make yourselves comfortable,
and feel free to entertain us with a song.
It's karaoke night.
Ladies: Oooh!
Oh, karaoke! Oh, how fun.
Should we sing something?
Erica: No chance.
No way. I am not singing.
Barbara: Sam?
Sure, but maybe you should put your wrap back on.
Uh-uh, tut-tut-tut, chicken little.
Your mother looks faboo.
Thank you.
I figure as long as you've got it...
Flaunt it!
And I will sing whatever you want.
Just no Britney.
It's a deal.
Our mother the exhibitionist.
(Disbelieving breath) That top is crazy, right?
Erica?
Yeah. Um, do you... Do you want some wine?
I'm gonna go grab us a bottle.
Sure.
Did you come to sing a duet?
Uh, no.
But I was wondering if you could spare some time.
To help Adam.
(Rock music plays)
Yeah, can I get two rye and ginger,
and a couple shots of Tequila, please.
(Half laughs)
There you go!
Wow. That's quite the outfit.
It wasn't exactly my choice.
Whatever. It suits you.
Mm!
So you here to check up on me?
Dr. Tom, he didn't tell me what I'm supposed to do,
or say, but...
He did tell me to follow my gut, so.
Well. What's your gut telling you?
That big hair is not my friend.
And I am the one that's supposed
to be asking the questions.
Sorry, doc.
Okay. So? How is it going?
Good. Yeah.
I'm hanging out with my brother
back before he became an asshole
and it's been fun,
and kinda tough to see him like this, but...
But what?
In my original time line,
I was rotting away in a prison cell at this stage.
But this time i didn't hit my boss,
I blew off Hastings...
Technically, I've avoided the things
that led me to become a criminal in the first place.
So now what?
Pfft! That's what I'm trying to figure out.
Okay. This might be something:
Your life, it's a blank slate now.
I mean this history you're creating,
it's all new, so anything is possible, right?
I suppose, technically.
No. It is.
I mean, you didn't commit a crime, so you can...
You can go out and you can do whatever it is
that you wanna do.
That's not how this works, Erica.
We don't go back to rewrite our lives.
I think that you're over-thinking it.
I'm just stating the facts.
Okay, the last time that we did this,
you helped me figure out how to live in the present,
right? Yeah.
I think that you should take your own advice
and stop focusing on what you "can't" do
and what the rules are
and just, you know, spend today
the way you wish you could've the first time around.
(Rock music plays, lively hum of chatter)
John,
pile the dirt high so that when it settles
the plant's not exposed, yeah?
How do you know how to do all this stuff?
Joyce: You didn't steal these plants, I hope.
Do you like the garden, ma, or no?
I'm not weeding it.
So what do you think?
John: Looks good.
This is my kind of work.
We should start our own company.
Fitzpatrick Brothers Landscaping.
You two in business together?
The blind leading the blind.
(Tires squeal, engine rumbles)
I'm gonna go get supper.
Don't track any mud in with you.
What the hell'd you say to Sean?
Dad, he was looking for any excuse to fire me.
You know how many favours I pulled to get you that job?
You couldn't hold onto it for even a week?
How do you think that makes me look?
Dad...
Oh!
Jesus!
Did I mess up your pretty garden?
Eh, I got two lazy faggots for sons now?
Come on.
(Hard punch)
(Grunts in pain)
That's the last time you'll touch me.
Do you hear me, you sack of shit?
Get off me!
Adam: (Pants)
Are you done?
I said are you done?!
Niall: Yes!
(Breathing heavily)
Woman: Adam?
Breakfast is ready.
Are you gonna give daddy a kiss?
(Baby coos)
Can you take Amelia for a sec?
Do you want some coffee?
Sure. Yeah. Coffee would be good.
Hey.
Beatrice: Listen, UBC has offered me a guest lectureship
for the fall.
And I'm thinking that you should come to Vancouver
with me and Amelia.
Hi, Amelia.
Take two weeks off.
You need a vacation, Adam.
So can you do it, or not?
Sorry?
Have you been listening to anything I just said?
Vancouver, this fall...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just, uh...
I just feel a little strange.
Like sick strange, or...?
No... um...
Beatrice: Adam?
I don't know.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
It's... here.
Just take... take Amelia.
I think you need a break.
Maybe you should get John to run things for a while.
If you work too hard,
you're gonna make yourself sick.
(Cell phone rings)
Hello?
It's John. We got a problem.
Y-yeah, sure.
Um... Where are you again?
John: Pape and Strathcona.
Okay.
Okay, I'll see you in a bit.
(Phone beeps off)
I gotta go.
Do you want me to drive you?
No, no, I'm fine, I just, uh...
Have you seen my keys?
(Keys jingle)
You're sure you're okay?
Yeah.
(Amelia whines softly)
("Once in a Lifetime" by Talking Heads plays)
♪ You may find yourself ♪
♪ living in a shotgun shack ♪
♪ and you may find yourself ♪
♪ in another part of the world ♪
♪ and you may find yourself ♪
♪ behind the wheel of a large automobile ♪
♪ and you may find yourself in a beautiful house ♪
♪ with a beautiful wife ♪
♪ and you may ask yourself, well... ♪
♪ how did I get here? ♪
♪ letting the days go by ♪
♪ let the water hold me down ♪
♪ letting the days s go by ♪
♪ water flowing underground ♪
♪ into the blue again... ♪
John: Adam?
You okay?
Bea called, said you weren't feeling well.
Uh, no, I'm fine.
Just, uh...
Just slept badly.
What's the problem?
John: Well, you see on our plans here
the whole area's wet
soon as the boys started digging.
We're basically trying to put crush run into a pond.
Yeah, it's right there.
Show me where you're talking about.
Uh...
Adam: Okay, so here's your problem.
The front of the property drains into the street here.
So, if we lay weeping tile along here,
run it right into the flower bed there,
and then dig a pit there,
say three foot wide and a couple of feet deep.
You can fill it up with the small stones
from that wheelbarrow.
The pea gravel?
Yeah.
Yeah, then throw some landscaping fabric over it
to keep it from clogging,
and put a rock garden on top.
Sounds good. I'll get the guys on it.
Okay.
John: All right...
(Amelia coos softly)
Beatrice: Mmm... you worked late again.
Yeah, yeah, we had...
We had some problems.
Come to bed.
(Amelia coos softly)
What's wrong?
(Sighs)
I'm just...
I'm still feeling a bit odd.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Poor baby, you're so stressed out.
Yeah.
Let's just get some sleep, okay?
Okay.
Actually, I'm just gonna go
and get a glass of water, okay?
Okay.
Dr. Tom: You can't sleep, huh?
Why're you doing this to me?
Dr. Tom: I'm not doing anything.
I'm just showing you the result of your choices.
Yeah, choices I didn't make.
The first time around.
The first time around is the only time that counts.
This life isn't real.
The woman in there who I don't remember marrying,
the child I don't remember having...
None of it is real.
And I don't care what you say,
we both know I don't get to keep any of it.
"It is our imagination
that transforms itself into reality."
Helen Araromi.
Oh. That's great. You want a quote Dr. Tom?
How about "you make your bed, you lie in it."
That's reality.
I made a choice to beat a man to a pulp
and I have to live with the consequences
of that choice.
Well, if that's the way you feel,
who am I to stand in your way?
(Whoosh)
Sean: Put your goddamned back into it!
I don't want to hear your whining!
You are the most useless piece of shit
i ever had working for me.
(Punch thuds, Sean cries out in pain)
(Whoosh)
Well, that was fun.
Thank you, Dr. Tom,
for showing me what I already know.
Which is?
That I screwed up my whole life.
I know better than what?
Than the facts?
Compare me to that other Adam
and it's pretty clear who's the loser.
I think that you're missing the point.
Do ya? I do,
and before you get your back up,
just hear me out.
You know, you keep going on about how you have to live
with you past choices.
So great, live with them,
but it doesn't mean
you should stop making new ones.
Come on...
She's right, Adam.
You could still have that great life, Adam.
What?
You want me to get married,
have a baby, start a company?
If that's what you wanna do, then yes.
You keep saying that that other life wasn't real.
So make it real.
I'm broke,
I've got no education, plus a rap sheet.
Show me a woman that wants to marry that.
Excuses.
Dr. Tom: I think what the group is trying to tell you, Adam,
is that you keep seeing the mountain.
What mountain? What're you talking about?
All the reasons, all the excuses,
all the obstacles that are telling you
that you can't do it.
You just keep piling them on,
making the mountain bigger and bigger,
when perhaps what you really need to do
is just climb it.
Erica: But you won't.
And it's not because you can't, it's...
It's because you're scared.
Adam, you're scared and you won't admit it.
You know, you're choosing to let your past define you,
when you could just choose something else.
Wow. That's deep.
Adam, you need to shut up and listen to her.
No. What I need is to call bullshit
on this whole conversation.
(Door slams shut)
Well done.
(Karaoke track of "Fever" plays, Ivan snaps his fingers)
Julianne: ♪ never know how much I love you ♪
♪ never know how much I care ♪
Barbara: ♪ when you put your arms around me ♪
♪ I get a fever that's so hard to bear ♪
♪ oh, you give me fever ♪
Oh my God! Where have you been?
Luckily, somewhere far away from here.
Julianne and Barbara: ♪ fever! In the morning ♪
♪ fever all through t n night ♪
♪ fever! Whoo♪
patrons: (Cheering and applauding)
(Whistling and whooping)
Wi?? Please.
(Wine sloshes)
So? Does your mother still ha I it or what?
(Giggles)
That was great mom.
Ok, , is something wrong
because every time I turrn around
you girls have that loook on your face.
What look?
Barbara: Don't give me that look.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
- It...I - You know, just...
You've been acting a ltttle bit...
over the top today, mom.
And how should I be acting, exactly, Erica?
Look, you know.. (siIghs)
Mom, we just want you to take care of yourself
and just....
To act like a sick person should.
Samantha and Erica: No. No.
No, that's not what we mean.
You know what? I think I'm gonna leave.
Erica and Samantha: Mom!
No, I'm done here for the night.
Could you girls please take me home?
Really?
(Loud knocking)
(Sighs)
You wanna come in?
- If you have any ice, - Yeah.
Ow. (Laughs wryly)
(Sighs)
Well, you still know how to throw a punch.
You still know how to push my buttons.
Like father like son.
You seen him?
Dad?
No. And I won't.
You?
No.
Do you ever get sick of it, John?
The bullshit, the violence...
God, don't start with this again.
Adam: I'm not trying to pick a fight,
I just wanna know.
Because I lived your life for a long time
and it got too much for me.
Yeah, well, I'm not like you.
So if you could wake up tomorrow,
and walk away from it all, you wouldn't?
No.
I'm good where I am.
But what about you, Adam?
You don't miss making real money,
the respect?
Can you honestly sit there
and tell me that you're happy
living like this?
No.
No, I'm not happy at all.
Well, shouldn't you be?
Yeah.
I should.
(Ice thunks on table)
Well, I told the boys that I'd meet up with them.
You're welcome to come.
No, thank you.
But could you drop me off somewhere along the way?
Yeah.
(Music plays on the radio)
Samantha: Hey. Erica: Hey, mom.
Uh, sorry, we don't wanna bother you...
No, you're not bothering me.
Sit down.
Well, we just, um...
We wanted to apologize, for tonight.
Yeah, we know we upset you
and that's the last thing that we wanted to do,
but we did.
I know you didn't mean to,
and I know this cancer thing is really hard for both of you.
We're not trying to make it about us.
At all.
Barbara: I know that.
But I also know how worried you both are.
Hey, I'm worried too. But at the same time...
I feel like I'm supposed to be acting like a sick person.
Like I'm supposed to be following
a script of some sort,
and I don't want that
because I feel fine.
And I want to keep feeling and keep acting fine
for as long as I can.
Okay.
Does that make sense?
Yes. Totally, mom.
Good.
I love you.
(Knock at the door)
Coming!
Hi.
Hi. Uh...
How did you know where I live?
The Internet.
Amazing resource.
Can I come in?
Uh, yeah, sure. Of course.
This is me.
I, uh... I came to apologize.
Okay.
I know you were just trying to help.
I really was. And look, I'm...
I mean, I'm new
and I don't really know what I'm doing in there...
You knew what you were doing,
and you were right.
I just, you know...
I get what it's like to feel suffocated by your past
and to feel stuck where you're at.
You're right, I'm scared.
Especially now that I know
I've gotta do something about it.
Yeah.
("On Up the Mountain" by Jakob Dylan plays)
♪ You're old enough to know well ♪
♪ that better things are all uphill ♪
anyway, sorry for barging in on you.
I should... I should get going.
Erica: Okay.
♪ In the smoke of cannons below... ♪
Thank you.
You're welcome.
♪ People come, people go ♪
See ya.
Yeah.
♪ There's a light making its way ♪
♪ on up the mountain night and day ♪
♪ and you get tired ♪
♪ and you get weak ♪
♪ but you won't abandon your masterpiece ♪
Erica: Choices...
They are life's constant.
The choice to be brave and push forward;
to turn back and retreat;
the choice to stand still
and watch the world pass you by.
Sometimes we tell ourselves that there is no choice
when, in fact, the exact opposite is true.
There is always a choice.
Hi, I'd like take
one of your landscape architecture courses, please.
♪ There's a light making its way ♪
♪ on up the mountain, night and day ♪
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