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Mary Goes Round (2017)
[Birds chirping]
Therapist: How many alcoholic beverages would you say you have a week? - I don't know. - Okay, well, let's say on a normal week? - Uh, like... five-ish. - A week, or a day? - What? - Have you ever thought that you may have a drinking problem? - Uh, I mean yes, there are-there are times when I have drank too much, but... but... yes. My mom is not alive, my dad, I don't know, he's been sending me messages on Facebook recently, but we haven't talked in years. [Sniffs] I mean, there was a time in my life when I needed help, and uh, and he wasn't there for me, so... My mom thought he was a real piece of shit. - Are you a piece of shit, too? Only the maker can make it For the fortunate to live Who shouldn't live much more Love till we heart-sore Now you can hear a pin drop Dangerous - Do you wanna stop and get a pizza? Hello? Are you a vegemite? [Laughs] Can I smoke in here? Oh, I quit. Thank you. [Door opens] [Mary sighs and crashes to ground] Ow. [Birds chirping] [Truck beeping, construction sounds outside] [Grunts] [Construction sounds outside] [Sighs] [Pained exhale] Pete: Mary! We gotta go! Dented Goddamn miseries You could say I'm hard to hold But if you knew me, you'd know I've got a good father [Shuts off engine, seatbelt un-clicks] Pete: So, are we gonna talk about last night, or... - [Groans] I'm sorry, babe. I'll start using that app, you know, the one that counts how many drinks you have. - An app? Crystal: So the next morning, I go downstairs, and I tell the doorman that I left my purse in some guy's room. And he's like, no problem, what room was it? And I'm like, I dunno. And then he asks, well, what is your gentleman friend's name? And I'm like, I can't remember his fucking name. [Starts crying] And I'm having a breakdown in the middle of this fancy-ass hotel, and all I can think is don't be pregnant, don't get like, some gross, itchy shit. I don't even remember if we fucked. So... [sighs] I can't keep doing this to myself anymore. And I don't know how, but I keep ending up here, and it's like some fucked up merry-go-round I can't get off. [Sniffles] Mary: Uh, how does it feel to share that? - Like shit. - Um, did you find any of the replacement activities, or uh, meditation techniques that we discussed last time, helpful? - Yeah. Just let me take a deep breath and hump a yoga mat or something. And I'm good. Poof. Fixed. - Well, I didn't say fixed. - I mean how the hell do you know how to stop this? - I never said that I did. - You got, let me guess, an online college degree in psychology. - Uh, actually I have my Masters, so. - Fuck your Masters. Okay? [Receding footsteps thud] [Door slams shut] - Uh, would anyone else like to share today? [Keys clack] [Phone rings] [Phone rings] [Mouse clicks] [Phone rings] [Mouse clicks] [Mary sighs] [Mouse clicks] [Mary sighs] [Light knock on door] [Mouse clicks] Bethany: I-I know, how hard it is to know what to say sometimes, but... - [Mary scoffs] - listening, trying to put yourself in their position, it's a better approach. - Oh. - I'll see you tomorrow at Zoe's shower. [Chuckles] [Phone rings] [Bottle-cap rattles] [Mary sighs] [Alcohol sloshes] She laughed at me like a joker in a tragedy And cast me as a fool in an error of a comedy [Blender whirrs] But don't worry about me 'Cause I fell into a sweet situation [Situation] You've become my soul salvation I fell into a sweet situation [Music ends abruptly] [Text message dings] [Mary sighs] [Sets phone heavily on counter] [Sets glass on counter] [Tissue paper crinkles] [Sirens wail in the distance] Woman: Hi! How are you? Woman 2: It's so good to see you. [Low hum of chatter and laughter] [Light piano music] [Low hum of chatter] - Rielle did that. - Really? - Champagne? - Oh uh, no thank you. [Low hum of chatter] Bethany: Jesus Christ. My biggest regret is not marrying for money. [Chuckles] - Oh, mine's shaving my thighs when I was 11. - Hmm. - I wore lipstick. - You look much better. You got a little on your teeth there. Yeah. There. I have to get going soon, unfortunately. Brendan's got the pukes. - Cake, ladies? - Hmm. But first, I'm gonna eat one of these. Excuse me, fork! [Low hum of chatter] Woman: Network analysis, it's like they just tap the nervous system. - Oh, like craniosacral. - Okay, remember that? Yeah, remember that? - Yeah, cranio sakes. - Like, not her. - How do you know Zoe? - Our husband's work together. - Oh uh. Uh... what uh... what do they do? - They work in an insurance company downtown. - Oh. Really generous of Zoe's mom to host this thing. - I'm sure your mom would that for you someday, too. - Oh no, she can't. She's dead. [Chuckles] - Oh, I'm... - I'm so sorry. - Oh, yeah. Thanks. - I don't know how you girls do the work you do. Such tough work. - Doesn't it drive you to drink? - Bronwyn! - Champagne, anyone? - Yes. Oh no, I didn't mean um... - Oh sorry I'll, I can take it. - No, that's okay. Since you're here. - Sure. - Thank you. [Low hum of chatter] [Women continue overlapping chatter] [Women laugh] - Oh. Mhmm. [Slurping] [Urine tinkles] Fuck. [Whiskey burbles in toilet] [Plastic cap rattles] [Sighs] [Sighs] [Whiskey gurgles] [Metal can clangs] [Paper rustles] Diane: All right, who needs one? Claire? - Got one. - This is for you. This is for you. All right, are we ready? Oh, Mary, you guess what kind of chocolate bar it is. [Low hum of chatter] - Oh. - Go! - Okay. - You don't eat it, you just... smell it. [Women chuckle] - How the fuck is this a thing? I don't... We are grown women, for fuck's sake! ["Drinkin' in LA" by Bran Van 3000] - Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert happening this Monday night at Pacific Coliseum You can all call in if you want to answer the question, mainly what is Todd's-- [Honks horn] And I say what the hell am I doin' Drinkin' in LA at 26 I got the fever for the flavour [Tires squeal on road] Shit! Shit! [Loud crash] [Car chimes, turn signal clicks] [Shouts] Fuck! Officer: ...under a "Watch for Children" street sign. No major injuries. Open alcohol containers. Driving under the influence. [Keys jingle] [Door slams shut] Beauty sleep's over, Miss Jackson. Prince Charming showed up. - Uh, sorry, I didn't mean-- - Don't. Don't bother. - Okay. [Buzzer sounds in the distance] Thank you. [Silence] [Sniffles] [Floorboards creak] [Cars whoosh] [Bus rumbles by] [Indistinct chatter, music plays] You said you loved me Now you're gone [Billiard balls clack] [Man clears throat] - Mind if I join you? - Yes. [Chair rattles] No wait... - How 'bout another one of those? - Oh, uh, I'm not really drinking. - Really? That's a shame. - I'll have a whiskey. - Whiskey? - Just one. [Bed creaks] [Heavy breathing] - [Groans] - Hey. - Sorry. I... - Mary. [Vomits] [Exhales] [Cars rumble, horns honk] [Footsteps thud] Pharmacist: You've taken these before? [Paper bag rattles] - Yes. - Well, just make sure that you're not using it to replace usual contraceptive methods. - Yup. I uh, I think I also have a um... Klonopin refill? [Door chimes] [Keys clack] - No, sorry. - Uh sorry, I meant uh, Cipralex? - Oh. [Keys clack] - No, not since 2012. [Paper bag rattles] [Snow crunches under feet] Police: Ma'am! Hey! Stop! I ordered you to stop! Come back! - [Sighs] - All right, I think it's pretty clear that I cannot have you as a staff member right now. I want you to get help. Then, maybe we can talk. I'm going to strongly suggest, and by that I mean tell you, to go to a meeting. - Why don't you just fire me? - No. I have faith in you. Good people do shitty things. And then they fix it. [Vibrator buzzes] [Phone rings] [Clicks off] [Vibrator thuds on floor] [Phone continues to ring] [Clicks phone on] - Hi. Walt: Hi, Mary. It's um... it's your Dad. - Uh, you called me, bud, so uh... - No I uh, I think you should come here for a few days. - Why? - Well, your sister's been asking about you, and...she-she wants to meet you. - Yeah, well, I'll think about it. I gotta go. [Clicks call off] [Paper rustles] Where have you been In plain sight But the walls are caving in Way down Just waitin' for your wind Come on Face be kind Let the light in [Bus engine rumbles] Let the light in [Water ripples gently] Maybe this time around I'll find a reason how The heart finds a way It's like the season owns Maybe this time around Like we've never been away Robyn: Bye, Dad! Can I help you? - [Excitedly] Hi! You're so pretty! - [Rudely] You need to go. - Oh, no, I'm Mary! Uh, Walt said that you needed some-- - He's inside. Your fly's down. - Oh, wow! Good eye! [Chuckles] I'll see ya later! [Sighs] Sports announcer: 24 on the shot clock, borderline top 3 shift. Just about a minute in. [Suitcase clunks] [Dog barks in the distance] [Mary sighs] [Opens door] Mary: Hello? [Footsteps thud] [Door closes] [Floorboards creak] [Computer keys clack] Walt: You're home early. [Taps on keys] Oh, for fuck's sakes. [Windows error message chimes] - What are you trying to do? - You came. [Sighs] - I did. [Chuckles] - [Deep inhale] Come on, sit down. Sit! [Walt sighs] [Computer lid clicks shut] [Walt sighs] Oh, you look so much like... [Walt sighs] - Where's um... Suzanne? That's her name, right? [Chuckles] - She's... [sighs] She left. Yeah, some strip-mall parking ticket lawyer from Toronto. - Oh well, that sucks. - Yeah, I know. - I was uh, here earlier. I ran into Robyn. She has no fucking clue who am I, does she? - [Sharp inhale] I mean not as far as...you... [Exhales] I'm dying. - What? - Yeah. Cancer. - What kind? - Lung cancer. Hence the little shit stick. [Chuckles] - What you couldn't just call and tell me what was going on? - You wouldn't have come. - Oh! Well, now I'm definitely going. - Oh, come on. Mary, please don't. Please! - I haven't seen you in like 15 years, and hiring me as your babysitter is your re-entry point? - It's just that... she doesn't know. - About me? Yeah! No, I got it! - No. No. She doesn't know about... - What, the cancer? - Tried. I just couldn't. [Sharp inhale] Such a good kid. Yeah, she doesn't deserve this shit. - Yeah, uh, well, I'm really sorry that you're sick, but she's your kid, you can tell her yourself. - She's the only sibling that you have. - Yeah, well I woulda been good with none. - This kid is the only thing that I did not fuck up. [Approaching footsteps thud] - Is she selling something? - I don't know, am I? - Robyn, this is Mary. She's your sister. - Half. - Okay. - Look, the truth is-- Walt: Yeah, the truth is, she uh, she just needed a place to stay for a short while, while she sorts out some personal stuff. Right, Mary? - [Mary scoffs] [Water bubbles in globe] [Floorboards creak] [Door squeaks] [Approaching footsteps thud] - Can I help you? [Door squeaks closed] - Oh, uh sorry. This used to be my room. - I put an air mattress downstairs. - Oh, thanks. - I don't know if it works. [Awkward silence] - Okay. [Footsteps thud, floorboards creak] [Bird caws] [Cupboards rattle] - Uh... [Glasses clink] [Plates rattle] - The mugs are above the dishwasher. - Oh. Why are they up there? - Because that's where they go. I dunno. [Scoffs] - Oh uh, they used to be over the-- - Well, you can put them wherever you want. in your house. - Look, I know you would rather eat glass than have me here, but... - You're giving yourself too much credit. - And I am so glad to see that apathy is still the go-to emotion of choice for 15-year-old girls. - You literally don't even know how old I am. - You're 15. - I'm almost 17. - Oh, well, do you know how old I am? - Nope. - Take a guess. - Hm, 42? - Wow. [Mary sighs] - Why are you here? - I told you, I'm sabbatical, it's-- - Oh, you're having your Britney 2007 moment, aren't you? Just, don't shave your head, I'm pretty sure you don't have the cheekbones for it. [Scoffs] - Were you even alive when that was happening? [Car horn beeps] - Enjoy your sabbatical. [Footsteps thud] [Water rushes] [Birds chirp] [Water ripples] [Whiskey burbles] [Sighs, sniffles] [Nail scrapes] Woman: Hi, Lou. Group: Hi, Lou. - I'm an alcoholic, I've been sober for five years. Uh, here's my deal, bullet points version. I had the perfect childhood - parents still together, all that stuff. Had my first drink when I was 16, and drank and did drugs throughout most of my 20s. Found a nice guy who I thought could save me, who couldn't. Married him, divorced him, came out, found the love my life, Lindsey. Lost her, and started drinking again. Lindsey and drinking are the loves of my life, and after she left, I decided to get over both of them. And there isn't a day that I don't miss either of them. But believe it or not, I'm havin' a pretty decent time of things. [Styrofoam squeaks] [Indistinct chatter] I wouldn't eat that. - Why? - They're gluten free. - Oh. Uh. - So uh, you gonna talk next, or you just doin' a drive-by? - Uh, I'm not really-- - What's goin' so right in your world that you're here? Mhm. And by the way, you're very gullible. [Chuckles] Facilitator: Okay, so we have time for one more tonight. Would anyone like to volunteer? [Organ music plays in background] - Yeah, okay. Um... [clears throat] Hi, I'm Mary. Group: Hi, Mary. - Okay, wow. Um, I-I grew up in the Falls, but uh, we moved when I was 12, 'cause my dad was cheating on my mom, and drinking. Um... we moved up to Timmins, 'cause that's where she's from, and she's not Shania Twain. [Chuckles] [Awkward silence] 'Cause Shania's from... Um... uh, and then she died when I was 18. And I got a job, and a string of narcissistic ex-boyfriends, uh, except the last. He...um... And I uh, I paid my way through school, and um... - [Lou sighs] - I'm sorry, I forgot what I was saying. Anyway, I just I... fucked a bunch of shit up lately, so I thought this might be a good thing to do, but I don't know if I'm an actual uh... [Car rumbles] Lou: Need a lift? - Okay. [Car door opens] [Door slams shut] [Car engine rumbles] - You wanna grab a bite to eat at Dad's? - Wow. That's still open? - Hm. Well, all is still right in the world. Yeah. - Sure. Um... sorry, I'm not uh-- - [Lou laughs] Oh, that's sweet, babe. You're not my type. [Low hum of chatter] What's the rest of the story? [Dishes clank] [Bell dings] - Okay um, well, I crashed my boyfriend's - now my ex-boyfriend's - car in Toronto, and then uh, my dad, who I'm estranged from, called me and told me that my half-sister, who I've never met, wanted to meet me. So I came here. And it turns out she has no clue who I am. And also he has cancer, and he hasn't told this girl, my-my half-sister, whose mother also just left. So... - So uh, what stage is your dad at? Is it small cell, or non-small-cell cancer. - I have no idea. You a nurse, or something? - Kinda like a nurse, but without the nursing qualifications. I'm a PSW. Personal-- - Support Worker, yeah. - Wow, look at you. Most people don't know that until they need one. - Oh uh, yeah, I work in the... health profession. - And you don't know what small-cell lung cancer is? - More like mental health. - Oh, psychologist. - Uh, addictions counselling. - Wait, what? [Loud swallow] - [Sighs] An addictions counsellor. - Wow. - Yup. [Bell dings] - Um, you should really look into your dad's situation, 'cause small-cell can get nasty pretty fast. - I really don't think that I can handle his shit right now. - Doesn't seem like you're quite ready to deal with your own, so, maybe you could start with somebody else's, right? But you probably know that. [Music plays] Robyn: Coupons? - Yeah, I just thought maybe you and Mary could go, I dunno, have some fun. - I have work after school. - Yeah, after that. It's my treat! - Oh, if she's too busy, it's fine. - [Walt sighs] - You don't have any friends here, so I guess. - Thank you for your generosity. [Cereal crunches] - Why do you make everything weirder than it has to be? Walt: Robyn! [Footsteps thud] - Yeah. Walt: Okay, have a good-- [Car horn beeps] Yeah, geez. [Door shuts] - Boyfriend? - Oh no. No, he's gay. [Sniffles] He's got one of those little ballerina buns. - This is ridiculous. You have to tell her! - I will. Okay? I will. When the time is right. She's goin' to NYU in the fall. - Wow. That's like... $100,000 US dollars a year, right? - Yeah. She got a scholarship. [Spoon clinks] - Yeah, of course she does. - [Coughs] Listen, I got an appointment to go see the doctor today. - Oh, uh... okay. Do you uh, do you want me to come with ya? - You know, I was just thinkin' maybe... maybe you could drive the car over. Just feelin' a bit like shit. - Oh uh... yeah, I can't do that. - Why not? - My license expired. Can you call a friend? - Nah. I don't like friends. - Okay. Well, can I call one? - You have one? - Yes! I have... one. - Fine. [Sighs] [Door open] - Thank you so much. Hey uh, Walt, my friend's here to drive us! Walt: Christ, that Ellen you know, she is pretty funny for... - Lou. I'm uh, Mary's friend from-- - School. She um, you didn't meet her. She was in the slow learner's class. [Dog barks] - Very slow. - Hey there. Mary: Yeah. Okay. - Let's go. PA system: Dr. Sloan, cardiology. Dr. Sloan, cardiology. - I guess this is my business now. Are you gonna do chemo? I mean... - No. No. No chemo. - What's the plan here? I've seen what that's done to some people. It's vicious. - Well, you should at least try. [Phone rings] - It's small cell. Inoperable. I'm just delaying the inevitable. And I'd rather enjoy what's left. I mean, enjoy might be a strong word. [Laughs] - Are you gonna ask me to euthanize you, or something, because I am just grossly unprepared for that? And I am... I've already been here like 12 hours past when I should've. - Is there anything that you'd rather be doing? - Yeah, okay. That's rude. - No, what, what is in Toronto that can't wait? - Well...lots of very important things. My...you know, well, my apartment for one, is beautiful. It's got a bay window with a reading nook, and my boyfriend... um, Trevor. My job, my... ultimate frisbee team. [Phone rings] - What's the job? - Addiction counsellor. - Oh, that's interesting. - Why? - Well, I just always thought you wanted to be a shrink? - Don't remember saying that. - Yeah, you did. Yeah, when you were a kid. You always had this thing for freaks, and misfits, and... I rem--had to pull you off this bum, down on the street once. Because you had given him your allowance, so he could save to buy a house. [Laughs] - Hey, you remember that time at Sandbanks, with Mom? - I'm gonna be dead before they remember my appointment here. I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream I'm nothing in between - Hello! - Oh, hi! - Hi. You've been pacing around all morning. Are you lost? - Oh no, I'm, I've been listening to a--- - Sorry, I'm just running late. - Oh yeah. Hey, my friend used to live here! - Oh. Kelly Moriarty, yeah? - No, Heidi Steiglitz? - Oh, I don't know her. - Oh. Um, do you... do you wanna get a drink? - Now? - Uh, no. No, no, no. Just like, in general, maybe, sometime. - I don't... know you. - Yeah, I know. I'm, I live-- - You wanna move over there. - Oh, thank you. - You watch yourself. - Oh, sorry. [Door shuts] [Deep breathing] Woman: Focus on sensation here. Bend the knees as generously as you need. Breathe. [Big exhale] [Beer sloshes] So, by bending the knees, we offer nice length, stretch, love to the lower back body. [Arcade motorcycle hums] [Hitting thuds] - What happened to your mom? - Uh, she died. - From what? - An accident. - What? - An accident. - What kind? - You want a Twizzler? - I'm sorry. That's really shitty. I don't know what I'd do without my dad. - Well, you'd get through it. - What's that supposed to mean? - Nothing. [Hitting thuds] [Cock guns, thwapping shooting sounds] - I overhead my mom saying something about you a long time ago. - You did? - Yeah. - What'd she say? - I dunno, she didn't really want us talking to you, I guess. - So you did know about me. - Yeah. I'm not an idiot. You do look really different from your LinkedIn picture, though. - Like in a good way? - Besides, you could've tried talking to me, if you really wanted to. I guess we both didn't care. [Game over beeps] - I can't wait to get out of this shit hole. - Could be worse! - How? - Northern Ontario! - Yeah, well at least you get the natural splendour of nature, without a town populated by people walking around in garbage bag jackets. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. - Who's this guy? Dougie: Hey, Robyn. Haven't seen you around lately. - Fuck off. - Yeah, what she said. - Sassy. [Chuckles] - Who was that? - It was no one. - Come on, tell me. - Okay um, I sent this guy I liked, a Snapchat, like just for him, and he sent it to that perv, and he sent it to pretty much the entire school. - Oh, hell no. - Mary? [Smashes phone] - What the fuck? You fucking whores! [Robyn giggles] - No more titty pics for you! - Just got it fixed! - [Robyn giggles] [Deep sleeping breaths] [Phone rings] - [Startled gasp] [Phone rings] [Groans] Hello? Lawyer: Yeah, not sure if you took a look at the photos I sent, but the "Watch for Children" sign you hit, is gonna be an extra 1,800 bucks. - No, I didn't. I... - Well, you'll need to appear in court on the 8th, or they could issue a warrant for your arrest. - Um...I don't think I can do that. I'm... I'm uh, having a family crisis. - Look, I-I can push it, but you gotta deal with this sooner than later. Oh, and I'll send you my invoice. - [Mary sighs] Group: God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can. Mary: [Quietly] Excuse me, sorry. Oh hi. Okay. Thanks. Group: And the wisdom to know the difference. - Hey, I need a favour. - Okay, you know there are cabs in this town, right? You-you know that, right? - No, I-I need a job. - Ah... hmm... I do have a few private clients who don't need much, you just hang out with them, make sure they don't die. - Okay, what happens if like, one of them stops breathing while I'm there? - Seriously? Call 911. - Right. [Lou laughs] [Lou clears throat] Why don't orphans play baseball? - They don't know where home is. [Laughing] - What about your sad looking friend over there? She got any good ones? - Uh, okay. Um, three guys walk into a bar, right. One's Italian, one's Jewish... this might be... offensive. [Music plays] - [Sighs]I don't know how you deal with all that shit. - I'm just trying to give these people a little dignity at the end of the day. You know? I mean, I've been in some pretty fuckin' gutter place, but I brought it upon myself. I shit my pants once I was so high. I didn't know where I was. And these people, they don't... you know, they don't ask for it. - Well, you're my hero. You should have a podcast, or something. - Uh, you should have more on your burger. That is like a pretty boring-ass burger. - You really can't take a compliment, can you? - Just keep my feet on the ground. There's too much "love yourself" namaste shit floatin' around these days. I like some good old-fashioned self-loathing. [Laughs] [Bell dings] Are you drinkin' at all down here? You know, some tough cookies you're dealing with, from the sounds of it. - Not really. - Did you black out? - Nope. Nope. - You know, 'cause, I mean, I just told you that I shit my pants once, so, not much can scare me. [Water runs] - What's the occasion? - Nothing, I just thought it might be nice for the three of us to have a sit-down meal together. - That seems oddly formal. What-what's goin' on? - Nothing. - Wow. You're a terrible liar. - Can you just go get him, please? - Uh, he bailed on our driving lesson earlier because he wasn't feeling good, so I doubt he wants to eat. - Can you just check on him, please? [Water boils in pot] [Footsteps thud upstairs] Robyn: Dad! [Running footsteps thud] Dad! [Walt wheezes] Dad! What's wrong with him? [Walt wheezes] [Coughs] [Dialling beeps] Hi, um, I need an ambulance at 141 Borne Ave, please. Um, he's coughing up blood. [Coughing] [Low hum of chatter] [Chip bag rattles] - He should have told you. How is it my place to tell you? - That my, or your, whatever, our father has cancer. You don't think that's something you should mention? - [Mary sighs] I-I don't even know you! I barely know him anymore. This is my fault now? - Yeah, kind of. Now I can see why my mom didn't want you around. [Chip bag rattles] Nurse: You're Walter Jackson's daughters, yes? - I am. [Mary scoffs] - If you wanna follow me, you can come see your father. - Yeah, go ahead. See your dad. [Slurps] [Footsteps thud] [Phone rings] - [Sighs] Just talk to me. - [Crying] Mary, please go away. - You don't know how long it's gonna be. There's a real connection between mind and body. - I know what fucking palliative means. [Robyn sniffles] If he'd started chemo when he first found out, maybe he would've had more time. [Cries] How the fuck could you let him do this? You barely even know him! - Look, I can't make this better, okay? But I do know that this is your last year of school. You really need to focus right now. - And I'm supposed to do that when my dad is dying. - Yes. - No. Fuck that. And fuck you. [Sniffles] I mean, who do you think you are? You just come in, and everything turns to shit. [Silence] He could be dead by the time I graduate. - He's not going-- [Silence] When is that? - [Robyn sighs] It's June 25th. [Door chimes] Erin: Mary Jackson, is that you? [Laughs] - Erin! Hi. - Hi. - Oh my God! It's been so long! - Yeah. I heard you died in a car crash. - Wow, uh no, just moved to Timmins. I live in Toronto now. - That is so exciting! What's it like there? - It's amazing. It's amazing. - I bet, eh? Big...city. So um, what are you doing back here? - Uh, my dad's sick, so I'm just here taking care of him. - Oh, I'm so sorry. - Hey, you look great, though. - Oh. You know, we should get a glass of wine, or something! And I'm sorry to hear about your dad. But... I'm glad you're alive! - Oh, I'm not! [Footstep thud] [Knocks] Robyn, it's like 11 o'clock. Shouldn't you be at school, or something? - I'm not going. - Um, yes you are. Come on. - No, I'm not. You're not my mom. - Yeah well, thank God for that. - [Robyn sighs] - Sorry. - You'd be a terrible mother. - Yup. Okay. Well, do whatever you want then. Get that carpe diem tattoo on your ass. [Feet shuffle, then thud downstairs] - You're just like my kids. They just leave me here all day, and when they come here, they're too stuck up their own asses to realize I'm bored out of my mind. [Gino sighs] Me and Fran used to have such fun. - Fran was your wife? Where are you going? - To meet Fran! How many times do I tell ya? [Feet shuffle] - Well... shouldn't we at least put on some real clothes. [Car rumbles] [Water ripples gently] [Wings flutter] - We used to bring the kids here. - I wasn't allowed back in here 'cause I stole one, once. [Water ripples gently] That's her! - Fran? - How'd you know? - Oh, it's obvious. - I like you. You're a good kid. - Yeah, I think it's too late for that. - Oh, please. It's not like you killed someone. Whatever the reason for that long face you got on all the time. [Water ripples gently] It's okay with me. You're still just a kid. - It's Mary. - That's what I said. - It's like I don't even know what to do or say anymore. It's all just white noise. [Exhales] - Say the truth. Everything else... doesn't mean anything. You're a person with a whole world ahead of ya. [Water ripples gently] [Mary sighs] [Cars rumble by] [Bike rattles] - Hey. I brought you mail. [Papers rustle] - Oh, thanks. - You're a courier now? - No, just takin' care of your kid. - How is she? - Uh, okay. - [Walt wheezes] - I'm okay, too, thanks for asking. - Is she in school? - Uh, yeah. I think so. - Jesus, I just gotta get to her graduation, and then I can... - Walt... - Listen, I want you to be happy. All right? And marry a boy, girl, I don't care. Have a kid and... be sober. [Machines beep slowly] - What? - How'd you meet Lou? - I told you, we went to the same school when we were kids. - Oh. 'Cause I'm an old friend of hers, you know. From meetings. [Machines beep slowly] - You're AA friends? - We're acquaintances, yeah. So is that how you met her? - You know, I had to do some research for work. - What happened to your license? Don't you have a job to get back to? - Did Lou tell you this? - Listen, I'm dying, I'm not an idiot. - Look, I cam here because you asked me to, but you don't get to parent me. You gave up that right a long time ago. And you don't deserve forgiveness just because you need it now, okay? [Machines beep slowly] You wanna know the truth? The truth is I don't! I don't have a-a boyfriend. I don't have a job. I don't have a frisbee team, or even a goddamn driver's license. Okay? I get it. You didn't need me because you got the modern-day Jackie-fucking Onassis, with an NYU scholarship. But, hey! This is me, okay? Your drunk prodigal kid. - I was young, and I was stupid when I met your mom. But I tried so hard. - [Shouts] Oh yeah, no, you tried really hard to mend things. You didn't even come to her funeral! I was 18 years old! You know, what the fuck happened? What is wrong with you? And just to be clear, I'm here for her, not you. So fuck off. [Machine beeps faster] [Sniffles] [Bicycle brake squeals] [Pounds on door] [Car alarm sounds] [Pounding on door] [Door opens] - What-what did he tell you? - Who? - Your friend, Walt, from AA? - Jesus. You could've called. So we know each other. So what? - What'd you tell him about me? - The second A stands for anonymous, in case you weren't aware. - Well, did he bring me up at all? Did he talk about my mom? - Okay, you know, you need to take a really hard look at yourself. I'm driving you around, getting you work, and you wanna come here and reprimand me because I won't tell you things about your father that I'm not in a position to share. Fuck you. [Door slams shut] [Pounds on door] [Footsteps stomp] [Billiard balls clack] [Ice clinks in glass] - Excuse me, can I get another Jameson please? [Door slams] [Sighs] [Keys tap] [Low hum of chatter] Um, never mind. Hey, uh, it's me. I got some stuff for dinner. I just don't know where you are. Can you text me? Thank you. [Chips crunch] [Phone rings] [Yells] Where the fuck are you? Man: You her mom? - What? Who is this? Put Robyn on. - Uh, I think you should just come get her. - Is she hurt? - I just want her to be okay. She's pretty wasted. - Put Robyn on the phone. - She's at 5 Orchard, in Toronto. [Call ends] Hel-- Shit, shit, shit. [Footsteps thud] [Keys jingle] [Siren wails] [Whooshes by] [Sighs] [Exhales sharply] [Pounding on door] [Loud music plays] - Sorry, we're outta beer. - Whatever. Mary: Robyn? [Party chatter and music] - Hey, you seen a girl named Robyn? Brown hair, really pretty, tall. - Yeah, a bunch of 'em. I dunno. Check upstairs. [Loud music plays] [Party chatter] [Footsteps thud] Robyn? [Knocks on door] [Breathing heavily] [Floorboards creak] Robyn? Hey! Hey! You okay? - [Robyn moans] - Hey, come on. Get up. - [Robyn moans] - Get up. Hey. Where is your shirt? - There. - Okay. Okay, here. Put this on. Put this on. Okay. It's okay. It's okay. You're okay. All right. You're okay. You're okay. [Zipper rasps] All right um, drink... yeah, drink this. [Mary rubs hands on leg] [Robyn moans] - Just a little more. Okay. You think you can walk? - Hmm. - Okay, I got your bag. We are gettin' out of here. Wait for me! Wait for me. All right. Just lean on me. Okay? You're good. You're okay. You're okay. [Loud music plays] [Robyn moans] - Did anything... never mind, we'll talk later. Okay. Okay. [Car engine rumbles] - I need to barf. You need to pull over. - I can't. - Well, you need to pull over now. - Okay. Okay. [Turn signal clicks] Okay, okay. [Vomits] [Mary sighs] [Robyn vomits] Okay, you got it all out? [Coughing] Close the door. Close the door. [Siren chirps] No fucking way. You've gotta be fucking kidding me! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Stay calm. Shit! [Footsteps thud] - Everything okay over here? - Uh yeah, my sister wasn't feeling well, but we're doing better. - Looked like it. You know you can't pull over here, there's no shoulder. You were just sittin' on the grass here. - I know uh, she just needed a minute. I'm sorry. We can-- - How much have you had to drink tonight, miss? - I had a few beers. - Few beers? They must've been pretty strong beers for you to puke out the side of the car here. You been drinkin'? - No. Nope. I haven't. - All right, I need to see your license and registration. I'm gonna ask you to step out of the vehicle. - Yeah well, I can't do that right now. - And why is that, ma'am? - [Laughs] He just ma'am-ed you. - Just stop. Because my license was suspended a few weeks ago. - And why is that? - [Quietly] DUI. - Pardon? - A DUI, sir. - DUI? You're definitely comin' with me. Let's go. Turn your vehicle off. Step out. Don't step in your own puke. Come on. [Window whirs] [Shuts car off, un-clicks seatbelt] [Footsteps thud] - Okay. So this ticket is for driving under a suspended license. This is for the expired plates, and that's for the broken taillight. You should get that fixed. Miss, do you want to come with me, and we'll call your parents? - No, you can't tell them. - Really? Why is that? - He's dying. - That's true. [Announcement on speaker] Uh, what about your mother? - Mother is a fucking cunt, and I hate her. - Okay. Uh, I'm not... quite sure what the family situation is here, but someone needs to be notified. - Look, uh, his name is Walter Jackson, he's at Overlook Hospital in Niagara. Can-can I just call a friend and have them come pick us up and drive us there? - Sure. That's fine. I'll just uh, I'll keep processing, and you make the call. - Fucking taillight? - Could've fixed that one first. - Why don't we have some quiet time now? [Police radio chatter] [Mary sighs] [Crunches chips] Sorry. [Crunches chips] - Ugh. Oh my God. [Sniffles] [Crunches chips] [Robyn exhales] - You remember me getting you? - Not really. - Hey! It's not your fault! I mean... it kind of is, but mostly not. - I can be a real idiot sometimes. - Hey. You're not an idiot. You're only part idiot. - He's just-he's gonna be so disappointed in me and... - It's okay! Disappointing people sometimes is good. Makes you work harder. - I don't want the last the thing he remembers about me to be a fuck up. - You're a good person. You just made a mistake. - Yeah, but I do fucked up shit all the time. [Sighs] Just, no one knows. - Well, do tell. I thought I was the only fuck up. [Laughs] - Okay um, one night I gave two different guys blow jobs. - That's cool. - Yeah. - Not expecting that. [Both chuckle] - Yeah, and I wanted to... which is kinda weird. - It's not weird. It's... you're experimenting. You wanna know something fucked up about me? - Obviously. - Well... I am an alcoholic. [Awkward silence] And you are the first person that I've told. [Car rumbles] - I hope everything works out with your dad. I lost mine a few years ago. - Thanks. Well, he did a good job on you. [Seatbelts un-click and recoil] - Uh, if you need anything. - [Mary laughs] Thanks again. - Yeah, no worries. [Door glides open] [Walt gasping, oxygen hisses] - Don't take that off. - [Walt gasping] Two things. Don't be such an idiot. [Walt gasping] You did a good thing. And I wanna get the fuck out of here. - That's three. - Three things. [Machines beep slowly] [Crow caws] [Photos rustle] [Robyn laughs] Oh my God. Look at your little pot belly. [Giggles] - I was so terrified of swimming. I used to hang on the edge of the beach, and then run up to the water and dip my toe in, and run back, and one day he just swooped me up, and put me on his shoulders, we went right into the lake. Seems like nothing bad could happen when I was with him. - You're really lucky. - [Mary scoffs] Yeah, that's one way to look at it. - He was always working nights when I was little. I'd hear him come in, and grab a bag of chips, and plop down on the couch. I'd have to sneak out of my room so my mom wouldn't hear and, he'd let me watch infomercials with him until I fell asleep. Okay, story time's over. I gotta pee. [Mary sighs] [Envelopes crinkle] [Envelope rips] [Approaching footsteps thud] - You okay? - Yeah. [Floorboards creak] [Bicycle rattles] [Pounds on door] - [Shouts] Look, I know you're still mad at me, but I really need to talk! [Pounds on door] Please! [Pounds on door] [Kicking thud] Fuck! Fuck. [Cries] [Door opens, Mary crashes to floor] - What do you want? [Paper crinkles] Did you know about this? [Paper crinkles] - [Sighs] - Last line? - [Quietly] Yeah. - Yeah. You didn't think it would be a good fucking idea to tell me? - I owe staying through my first meeting to that man. It wasn't fair for me to tell you. - Wouldn't be fair to tell me he's not my dad? - Look at however you want, babe. What I see is a man who loved you, like you were his own kid. And completely fucked over his own life. I don't know. Maybe you can relate? And he has a kid who needs a sister. Needs you, right now. So you can turn this into an episode of "Days of Our Lives" if you want to, or you can do what you gotta do. Big girl boots. [Mary trembles] [Sniffles] What ha- - Hey. Hey. I'm just as fallible as everyone else. - [Mary sighs] Jesus, I'm sorry. I... I should've been here. - Oh God, I fucked up bad this time. Oh, ugh, yuck. I haven't even brushed my teeth. Wait. - [Sighs] Okay. [Sniffles] All right, here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna get up, you're gonna take a shower, you're gonna brush your teeth, and I'm here. I'll take you to a meeting. - I'm-I'm fine. All right? Please, please just... just-just get outta here. - Yeah, not an option. [Sniffles] Come on, up! Go! Big girl boots. - [Sighs] [Footsteps thud slowly] [Door clicks closed] - [Sighs] [Sighs] [Sorts through papers] [Dog barks in the distance] I don't hear that shower on. [Envelope rips] [Water starts streaming] And use soap! Lou: Yes, mom. [Paper crinkles] [Sighs] [Water taps] [Paper rustles] [Sniffs] Ugh! [Lou laughs] [Indistinct chatter] [Footsteps thud] [Walt sighs] Mary: You wanted to be home. This is what home looks like now. [Walt sighs] What happened to all my-my stuff? - I put it in the basement. - Don't go riflin' through those things, okay? - Why? - Because it's just all... junk. [Footsteps thud slowly] [Walt sighs] - Ugh. [Mary sighs] [Walt shimmies on bed] - [Sighs] I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got, you know, a little bit blunt with you the other day. - It's fine. - [Walt sighs] I'm not gonna make it to her graduation, am I? - [Sighs] I don't know. Maybe not but... I'm gonna figure this out. We'll make do. She's gonna be okay. - [Laboured breathing] You too, huh? - Yeah, me too. - [Laboured breathing] [Sheets ruffle] [Silence] - Okay, so before we begin, I uh, I just wanted... [Approaching footsteps thud] ...I just wanted to take care of a little housekeeping. Please help yourselves to coffee, in the break, but be mindful, and clean up after yourselves. Um, also, please also stack your chairs at the end of the meeting. - Oh man. - Let's uh, be a good family here, and... would anyone like to start? - I'll start. As you can see, um, I'm not quite in the best of health. But anyway, my name is Walt, I'm an alcoholic. Group: Hi, Walt. - And I'm here because uh, even though I'm dying, I am still an addict, and I wanna go out clean. I let myself be eaten by shame for mo-most of my life, but I refuse for it to be the death of me, or anyone that I love. It's not too late. It's not too late. [Laboured breathing] - Hey. How you doin'? [Laboured breathing] - Oh, I'm okay. I'm good. [Chuckles] - All right, let's get you dressed. - Yeah, I can do this. I can do it. - Oh, let me help. It makes me feel useful. - [Laboured breathing] - Okay. How about this guy? - No. Mary, up in the back. Way in the back. [Hangers rattle] - Oh, I see. Very nice. Where'd you get this? - Oh, I go places. - Yeah, man of mystery. - [Laboured breathing] [Floorboards creak] [Both chuckle] [Laboured breathing] [Laboured breathing] Okay, my car awaits. I got the Jaguar here. - [Lou laughs] Lookin' dapper as hell, Walt. [Both laugh] Dressed for the occasion. - You look great. - Ha, ha. Thank you. Walt: Shall we? Lou: Alrighty. - Thank you. - Got it. Watch your head. - Okay, thank you. - Okay. [Door slams shut] [Indistinct chatter] Mary: Hey everybody, thank you so much for coming on such short notice, but I think she's going to be very excited that you're all here. And she is here! [Applause] [Noise makers honk] [Cheering] Woooo! - Oh my God. What is this? - I just thought it'd be nice for you to have an early graduation party. - Holy shit, you guys. - Honey. - Sorry. [Walt clears throat] - Uh, you still have to give a speech, like in real life, so... - Um, no. - There-there's no actual outlet, so uh, just you know, project. You can sit down. Walt: Come on. - Dad, this is my boyfriend. - Ah. Lou: Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait. Let me... let me be your principal. Okay. [Clears throat] I would like to introduce to the stage, our valedictorian, captain of the varsity track and field hockey teams, and the recipient of a scholarship to NYU. Group: Bravo! - Robyn Jackson-n-n-n-n-n. [Applause] - It's a partial scholarship. - Sh-h-h-h. All right! Here's your girl! Woo-hoo! Yeah, baby! Okay, sorry. - Um, I don't really know a lot of you, but thank you for coming. The truth is um, some shit's gone down lately. The last few months have um... last months have been the worst of my life. But there was one good thing. Her name's Mary. She's my half-sister who, up until a few weeks ago, I pretended didn't exist. But she's helped me realize that it's okay for things to not be okay. And sometimes, good people do shitty things. [Applause and cheering] Woooo! [Cheering] Mary: It's party hat time. Lou: Oh yeah. - Oonce, oonce, oonce, oonce. [Indistinct chatter] - What are you gonna do this summer? [Laboured breathing] Okay, come on. Come on, let's not sit around all night crying, huh? - Um, I think I'm gonna go out to Toronto. Maybe get a summer job. - [Laboured breathing] After you finish school. - You can stay with me. - In the hot tub? Walt: Yeah, the both of you stay at the house for just as long as you like. You. You do what you have to do. [Laboured breathing] - You okay? - Yeah, I think I'm ready to go home. Mary: Okay. - [Laboured breathing] Mary: Okay. [Walt breathes in deeply] [Mary chuckles] [Bag rustles] [Approaching footsteps thud] - I found this in his room. [Paper crinkles] Come help me with something. [Footsteps thud] [Floorboards creak] [Applause] Woman: Is anyone at 9 months? [Applause] Is anyone at 6 months? [Applause] Is anyone at 3 months? [Applause] Does anyone have the desire to stop drinking? [Fireworks pop] Walt: There she is. Mom: Hi, sweetheart. - Here comes another wave! [Walt and mom giggling] - Where's Daddy? Walt: Hello, there. Mom: Give him a smile! - Who's my favourite girl, huh? - Yeah. - My favourite girl? |
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