Getting On (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 5 - Episode #3.5 - full transcript
Dr. James, welcome
back. Oh, thank you, Dawn.
How was Mexico?
Oh, it was really nice.
Thank you for asking.
We got a great rate on a
beachside casita with a plunge pool.
Just a few days away,
just what the doctor ordered.
People are still saying such
great things about the symposium.
Well, that is
really nice to hear.
Is Birdy Lamb's
memorial at 3:00?
Mm-hmm.
Rosey Canasta,
third- and fourth-degree
burns over 20% of her body.
After four weeks
over at the hospital,
her wounds had sufficiently closed
to transfer to us to convalesce.
Fact: Fires and burn rates
are only slightly behind
falls and poisoning as
mortality for the elderly.
Kitchens are a danger zone...
Lonely, forgotten burners,
salmonella and listeria
lingering on months-old
food, which they then eat.
And you are?
Natalie, her granddaughter.
Oh, bienvenidos.
She says you can tell
her how long she'll be here.
A... a great while,
I'm afraid, Rosey.
We need wound
closure over your grafts
and range-of-motion exercises.
And that's all done
during dressing changes
and wound cleaning.
And my Dawn here is
an expert wound cleaner.
That's not for
the faint of heart.
Welcome back.
Who are you?
You gave us quite a scare.
We've been waiting for
you to become fully awake.
We need to get you
back on all your meds.
Do you recognize me? Yes.
Okay, you might be feeling very
raw and vulnerable right now, Varla.
We had to take you
off all your medications
because of possible adverse
reactions from your anesthesia.
Ideally, she would be in
the psych ward right now,
to titrate up to her
needed dosage,
but the Huntley Center
was closed. Okay.
Nurse, take out the catheter,
get rid of that
chance of infection.
Dawn: Yep, right away.
Varla, we're gonna do
everything that we can
to make this a safe environment,
protect you from any agitation
till you're better equipped
to cope with stressors.
Oh, and your surgery
was a great success.
Varla, I'm gonna go ahead
and remove your Foley catheter,
so you can void on your own.
Let me have your
hand. Who are you?
Someone who for six years
has been looking for the woman
to whom I could say,
"Hi, Mom. I'm Marla."
I'm not your fucking mother.
Yes, you are.
Good luck.
I tracked you down here, and,
believe me, it was not easy.
See the certificate
of live birth?
"Jane Doe Pounder."
I have your hospital
maternity record, see?
"Unknown female Pounder."
I know this must
come as quite a shock,
but I've been here with
you for the past week.
I sleep on the
floor next to you.
I've really gotten a
chance to get to know you.
You don't fucking know me.
Now I'm gonna sit right here.
I'm gonna give you a
chance to get to know me.
Dawn says you're
about her closest friend.
Well, we certainly
are close, that's true.
Would you be willing to
serve as her kidney advocate,
to ask others for a
kidney on her behalf?
Sure, I guess I can do that.
I mean, I have a lot of
union stuff at the moment.
Management's been
pulling some fast ones.
Didi, thank you so much.
This means the world to me.
I need a live kidney.
You know, going on the
waiting list for a cadaver kidney
would mean, like, nine or
10 more years of dialysis.
Even, like, eating healthy
and taking care of myself,
I'd probably die first.
I mean, it's hard just standing
here to ask you to beg for one for me.
We stayed up all night making
these brochures to help you.
Didi: "Save Dawn's Life."
Dawn: And we have tons of
ideas for a social media thing,
like, "at hashtag
dawn's new day."
Look, let me take
a look at it and see.
I'll get back to you if
I have any questions.
I've missed you
the last few days.
Ron. Jenna.
I apologize,
at the symposium,
for taking advantage of you.
Look, I'm so embarrassed, I
can't even look you in the eye.
It was me. I took
advantage of you.
No, I was the one who
unzipped your trousers,
and I just made a
complete fool out of myself.
I let you make a
fool out of yourself.
I gave you mixed signals.
What are you talking about?
I've been dishonest.
I'm in recovery.
Oh, Ron.
I suffer from a hypersexual
intimacy disorder.
I'm trapped in a swirl of
compulsive sexual thoughts and acts.
I'm a sex addict, Jenna.
Pornography,
phone and computer sex, escorts.
Some days a blow job from
a local hooker does the trick.
I objectify others to
avoid real relationships.
It's a distorted need for
dominance and control
and an expression
of anger at my father.
I can't measure up.
You were just an object.
Well, I think that I was
more than just an object, Ron.
I took advantage of you.
I took advantage of our shared
passion for medical ethics.
No. I attracted you to me
like thousands of women.
I allowed you to believe that I was
something that you could easily have.
Whew.
I was 83 days into a 90-day
sexual sobriety contract.
I thought this would be a
safe place, but I slipped.
But we never really
even did anything.
I had oral sex in your office
right before we hugged.
Dawn: Didi, Didi.
Hold on one sec. I
want you to look at this.
I found this little poem
Miss Birdy put down
in her spiral notebook, and
I want to make a copy of it
and put it in the
programs for her service.
It's called "No Winter
in Los Angeles."
"With joy we hail
October showers
"that bring us bright
and fragrant flowers
When Santa doth appear,
there is no winter here."
Oh, that's really sweet.
Listen, I made a list
of potential donors
to do, like, an email blast
to share my personal story.
Mm-hmm.
"My dear friend Dawn was
stricken with terminal kidney disease
which has squelched
her kidney function.
There is no known cure.
She has two options:
Spend the remainder of
her shortened life on dialysis,
because, sadly, 90,000 people
are ahead of Dawn
on the transplant list,
or seek a live donor
from a caring
circle of friends."
Hey, there's some
urgency here, Didi.
I mean, the fact is that
Dawn is slowly dying.
Okay, look who's
here with fresh meds,
straight from the pharmacy.
Oh, thanks, Dawn. Could
you tell me what they are,
just so I can keep
them straight?
Oh, yeah. There's Seroquel,
which is an atypical
antipsychotic,
Thorazine for her hallucinations
and thought disorders,
lithium... mood stabilizer,
and then two milligrams of
Xanax just to even things out.
Great, thank you. Could
you get us some apple juice
so she could take it down?
Sure. Thanks.
What are you doing?
Getting rid of this
shit. It's poison.
Do you want to get better?
Yes.
What would you do if I told you,
I could cure you of all
your mental problems?
Psychiatry is a
criminal enterprise.
I can give you the tools that have
restored millions to mental health
without drugs.
I can help you clear.
Oh, I'm sorry. You know what?
She just took them with water.
She couldn't wait
to get them down.
You know, I need to
witness the swallow.
Okay, Varla? I need you
to wait for me next time.
Understood? Got you. Yeah.
Any drug they give
you... Throw it out, okay?
Let me ask you, how many years
have you been in the
revolving door of psychiatry?
All my life.
Has it ever helped? Not much.
And all the drugs?
Never did me much good either.
What did you say your name was?
Marla.
We're gonna audit you,
free you of reactive mind,
free you from a world
of stimulus-response,
cause-effect.
Okay.
Richard, hi. Long time.
Hello, Dawn. You look good.
Thank you. We're all
on tenterhooks here.
Management is having
all these secret meetings.
I'm wondering if we'll
stay open or close.
Yeah, I know. Jenna told me.
Is she in? Mm-hmm.
She's been in a funk.
Her mother passed
away, you know,
and I'm a little
worried about her.
I told her I'd come by
for the memorial service.
I'm dying. I have
kidney failure.
You're kidding. Dawn.
But I'm probably gonna get a
transplant, so I think I'll be okay.
But still, I...
Yeah, I know. It's really hard.
Richard, you're early.
Hey, yeah. Surprise. I thought
maybe we'd get a little lunch.
Yeah, sounds good.
Dawn just told me her news.
Dawn news? What news?
Her kidney failure.
Oh, God, yeah.
So shall we?
Uh, okay.
Hello. Hello.
Hi.
Who was that?
I'm not really sure.
Time for a dressing
change and wound cleaning.
The ever able Marguerite
Macaw is here to assist.
Okay, your grafts are
wrapped in Xeroform,
impregnated with bacitracin.
I like a nice, moist
wound environment.
There we go. Can you hold it?
No?
Marguerite, shears, please.
Okay, great.
We are now going to
cut away the dead tissue.
Cut, cut, cut, cut.
Very nice.
You know, hon, if wound
care is not your cup of tea,
please excuse yourself.
Now we scrub the wound.
Okay, Marguerite, if you
do not scrub the wound,
then all of the topical medications
will build up a pseudo-eschar,
and eschar means
more dead yellow tissue.
I've always been
drawn to wounds.
I love a good abscess. Oh,
I love watching the doctors
I & D an abscess
full of puss, oh-ho-ho!
What is that?
What does that mean, huh?
Okay, show me the proof
of the nefarious
secret meetings.
It's awfully dark. What
the heck is this place?
Storage. This was
the old morgue.
Where is the file clerk,
to show your call slip to?
Mm, we don't need one.
Someone in my union
knows certain things.
Look at this.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
you're just ransacking.
You're just ransacking, Didi.
This is a public hospital.
These are public records.
Not for us, they're not.
And I gotta get out of here.
I have a bit of claustrophobia.
What's that? It's just the
elevator going back up.
Stop being so scary.
Look at this. Look at this.
No, I am not looking, Didi.
I don't want any part of this.
You just said you'd
show me some records.
And I really am claustrophobic.
What are you... Now
what are you doing?
Just stop, okay?
You gotta just stop.
There are probably cameras.
There's no cameras down
here. Stop acting so scary.
Oh, thank you for your
opinion, Al Capone. Stop it.
What's that?
Someone's coming.
We're dead meat.
Shit. Come, this way.
In here.
Help me hold this door.
Where are you going?
Don't you leave me.
I Can't. It's unbelievable.
Son of a bitch!
Get in here, now!
Where's my fucking foot?
It's gone, Mom. Where did it go?
Varla, you had surgery, okay?
You were found unconscious behind
a dumpster near the docks, okay?
Your foot was blackened with
gangrene from your diabetes.
What did you think you
were recovering from?
I never know why
I'm fucking here.
It's gone. It was black
and necrotic and awful.
I don't believe a word you say.
Do you want to see a picture
of it? Do you want to see
what it looked like when they found
you behind a dumpster at Pier 17?
Yes, I do. 'Cause I'll go
get it. I'll go get that picture
and I'll show you
what the doctors saw
when they finally
unwrapped that fucking foot.
So let me fucking see it.
We are glad you got her away.
She's been under
a lot of stress.
Seems like Mexico did
her some good though.
Mexico?
Well, since the hospice scandal
and all, it's been tough on everybody.
But did y'all take
a lot of pictures?
What hospice scandal?
You know, that...
Varla: I want my fucking foot.
Mother, forget about
the foot and just roll over.
We're just gonna put a
diaper and a pad on you.
You leak. You dribble.
What's her name again?
Marla. Darn it,
would you stop that?
It's mean and
passive-aggressive, all right?
I think you're upsetting her.
Well, she goes out
of her way to hurt me.
I don't give a flying
fuck about you.
My name is Marla. It can't
be that hard to remember.
Marla, Varla. And I
think you're full of shit,
full of negative resistance
that we could help and fix
if you would just cooperate
and let me help you.
Do I have to turf this up
to my supervising nurse?
Why don't you ask about
me? What I do for a living?
Am I married? Do
I have children?
'Cause I don't fucking care.
I didn't want you
in the first place.
Get back.
You leave me alone.
Are you seeing things?
There's no one there.
Oh God. Didi, Didi.
Yeah, this is starting
to feel real familiar.
It's amazing how
young you can be
and still pick up on
the anger and dislike
a person beams at you.
Thank you so much for filling
that gaping hole in my heart.
Oh, fuck you, you
ugly faced whore.
Do you even want to see a
picture of your grandchildren?
I don't want to see
their grimy faces.
How could you call me that?
Do you think I have no feelings?
Hey, hey, okay,
don't listen to her.
She reels you in, then
says horrible things.
You think she's mean,
then you think she's nice,
but you were
right the first time.
Excuse me, you need
to stop agitating her.
Do you want me to
get Dr. James involved?
No, I don't think you do.
Now you need to behave,
because if you don't have
a direct power of attorney,
which I don't think you do,
you can be ejected from this
room as a risk to your mother.
Do we understand?
Good.
What a butt-fucker,
if ever there was one.
Yeah.
Mm, aged prime rib,
decent-enough-looking ragu,
asparagus. What's wrong?
When exactly were we in Mexico?
Oh, Richard.
Did I have a good time? Did
we remember to wear sunblock?
I lied. I... I couldn't
come to work.
The symposium
went really poorly,
and I needed a few days off.
And Dawn has a big mouth,
and I just said...
we went to Mexico.
Yeah, but every day
when you left the house,
you told me you were coming
to work. What were you doing?
I just... I drove around.
I... I just... I just
drove around all day.
Thinking about the
hospice scandal?
What do you mean?
I heard you were
under indictment.
Who told you such a thing?
You certainly didn't.
There was a
whistle-blower, alleged fraud.
How could you not tell me
about any of this for months?
I wanted to. Because I
wanted to protect you.
You have been so remote.
You never asked me.
Well, how could I have
asked you if I didn't know?
Dawn, what are you doing?
You're not supposed
to be eating all this stuff.
Marguerite, I'm allowed
to eat whatever I want,
because I'm
getting a new kidney.
I know, but still,
this is a lot of food.
You know, my doctor said
so, so I would advise you
to mind your own
business, pussy.
Go away. You and
your union are bad news.
You're all criminals. You
probably whacked James Hoffa.
They are closing Billy Barnes.
They had consultants advise
them on how to skirt the rules.
They did a bogus
community impact plan...
No hearing, no comments.
You can't do that. That's a
violation of the open meeting law.
I don't care.
I got four RNs at Billy Barnes
and 228 at the hospital.
Hey, if you think I'm
going down with your ship,
sorry, Charlie. And
you can't do a thing,
'cause you got the
information illegally,
and they could put you in jail.
There you are, just in time
for your four o'clock meds.
What are you doing?
I'm not taking them anymore.
Yes, you are. No, I'm not.
And why not?
My daughter says
I don't have to.
Jenna: You are intentionally
telling your mother
to throw away her medication?
I expressed myself clearly,
but I'm happy to repeat.
In my opinion, psychiatry
is a criminal enterprise.
Turn off that TV and look at me.
Your mother is bipolar one
with schizophrenic episodes.
My mother has been
under care for 50 years.
Look at the mess she's made of
her life the choices she's made.
Which you cannot change, no matter
how colorful your particular beliefs.
Oh, actually I can.
I'm helping her, and then I'm
gonna take her home with me.
There's been a lack
in my soul all my life.
Well, one never gives up
craving a mother's affection.
But it is misguided,
fanciful thinking,
interfering in her
mental stabilization.
The right to refuse medication belongs
with the patient, not with the family,
so I'm calling a practice
and review board
to order a course of treatment.
Oh, Dawn, it is so great
that you have been proactive,
getting out in front of this,
looking for a new kidney.
Oh, so many people
have come forward to help.
I have support groups
and caring people.
Well, that is good, because
you're gonna need it.
I'm sorry?
Your numbers have
collapsed, Dawn.
I... I thought you
said I was fine.
I mean, basically. You said so.
Your numbers... Sodium,
potassium, sugars...
It's not sustainable.
You're facing pulmonary
edema, congestive heart failure,
possible system
collapse, really.
What have you done?
Ron, I was thinking
about what you said...
That I was just an object.
And I think that's what
you were for me too.
I didn't value your mind,
because you're a bit
slow on several fronts.
I don't think that I
admired your soul,
because I have no idea whether
or not you truly possess one.
So I think for the
moment I just thought
that you were fuckable.
Richard.
You had an affair. What?
You went to Mexico
and you had an affair.
No, I did not go to
Mexico. I was here.
Then you had an
affair with him here,
while you were driving around,
because clearly you know him.
All right, yes, I do know
him. It's Dr. Ron Rudd.
But, Richard, he's a sex addict.
Oh, good, an affair
with a sex addict.
No, it's not an aff... He gets
blow jobs from all the nurses.
Richard: How can I
believe anything you say?
You lie about knowing him.
You conceal a hospice
scandal, Medicare fraud.
You don't even
tell me about Dawn.
She's dying, apparently.
You hide all this.
Why wouldn't you have an affair?
Who are you?
You know me.
I...
I kept some things from you
because I didn't want
you to think less of me,
because of some
lapses, but I'm still me.
Our friends are worried that
you're getting removed and cold.
Well, maybe they just tell
you what you want to hear...
Jenna. because you so
frequently put that out there.
I... I just...
I find it deeply interesting
that everyone that you know
says that, but nobody else does.
Everyone here loves
and respects me.
Dawn.
Dawn, a very important
piece of information
has come to my attention.
Shut up. I'm dying.
Dr. Rudd has a history
of sexual perversity.
He's a confirmed sex
addict. I knew it all along.
I was the one who
said he was a phony.
Has he made a pass at you?
Oh my God, all the
time, Pats. It's so gross.
How about you?
God, yeah. And he knows
I see right through him,
see all his sexual dysfunction,
so he lashes out at me.
Mother, stop it.
Shut up, Satan!
Help!
Help! Help!
Varla, dear God!
Dr. James! Patsy!
They're breaking
each other's necks!
This is gonna knock her out.
Let me in. Let me in. Okay.
Idiot, you got in the way.
Go get another needle.
Mother went into a
profound past life regression.
I think she's finally clear.
Didi.
Didi, you need to make a statement
about me during the service.
I don't think
that's appropriate.
People are here to
grieve for their loved ones.
Okay, except my life
really is on the line.
Now I am not kidding
around. I am on the verge
of a complete
system collapse here.
We all only get
30 seconds, so...
But your poem from Miss
Birdy gave me a great idea.
I made my statement like a poem.
And then if you give me
your 30 seconds, plus mine,
and if Dennis gives
me his, I can fit it all in.
No, no, no. I'm
gonna say the poem,
I'm gonna pass out an orange,
so everybody has something
to remember Miss Birdy by.
Then we're going outside
for the canary release.
And Leonard Butler... he's driving
all the way up from San Dimas.
And that's that.
This may be the only
time this many people
are all together that I know
before my funeral, Didi.
The answer on this one is no.
Welcome to our monthly
ecumenical service
for everyone who died in
our hospital during the last,
previous full calendar
month ending on the 15th.
We're gonna start with the
children who passed away
in the neonatal
and the NIC unit.
Isn't it interesting
that we have the words
"widow" and "widower"
for when we lose a spouse,
but no word for parents
who lose a child?
So please come
forward, one and all,
and put an ornament on
our Tree of Remembrance.
It was a harmless
office flirtation.
Oh, Richard, come on.
His name was Todd.
He was with us three brief days,
but his little being will
live in our hearts forever.
Honey, is this about you,
because he's so much younger?
Man: Our daughter Megan
was a real fighter.
She never cried,
except when Doctor...
What I'm afraid of, Jenna,
is I think you've lost
a piece of your soul.
Man: for their love
and dedication.
I am Didi Ortley,
and I would like to begin
the Billy Barnes segment
by passing out these oranges
in remembrance of
a very special person.
Birdy Lamb loved oranges.
I would like for you all to
partake in a memorial orange.
I'm sorry. I would
like to put an ornament
on the Tree of Remembrance.
I suffered a personal
tragedy. I had a blighted ovum.
And I'd like to say a few words.
That ovum thing
was eight months ago.
Um, I was really looking
forward to my baby.
We were going to
name him Todd too.
I thought it was
a new beginning.
I mean, I guess it was. It
was just not what I expected.
My dominos fell in a
very different direction.
Thank you, Dawn, for sharing.
Our hearts go out to you.
Today I am before
you, likely dying
of incurable kidney failure
and hopefully looking
for a live donor.
Didi has written a
poem for Miss Birdy,
and in that same spirit,
"Dawn comes to
work hard every day
"So patients get well quicker.
"She tends to them
as best she can,
But the truth is,
she's so much sicker."
Didi: Okay, I'm going
to sing a song now.
It's a song that Miss Birdy
and I sang all the time.
She loved it from when she
was a little girl in Tennessee.
Antoine.
"California, here I come,
Right back where
I started from."
You never sang that song
with Miss Birdy, not even once.
Someone we care for
has passed. Knock it off.
Yeah, well, I am here fighting
for my life right now, Didi.
"Where bowers of
flowers bloom in the spring"
If anybody does
decide to donate,
you will be covered
by my insurance,
and you'll get a free pap
smear and a colonoscopy.
Honey, it's okay. We have time.
Oh, no, we don't.
"Each morning at dawning
birdies sing and everything."
I want to ask
everyone a question.
God, Jenna, not here.
No, I'm sorry. I would
like to discuss my soul
with the people
who know me best.
Richard. Her husband...
Anybody?
Maybe I did get
caught up in all the shit.
Maybe I have fallen
and I can't get up.
Dr. James. This is my
turn. I am talking now.
I think I don't know
who I am anymore.
I am here for a reason.
I have a lot to give.
This is not about
the two of you.
I deserve a kidney.
This is about Miss Birdy.
I still want a kidney!
God, fine. I will
give you a kidney.
Yes, I will unselfishly
give you one of my kidneys.
Are you serious?
Yes, Dawn, of course.
This has been on
my mind for days.
Dennis, it's gonna be okay.
I got a kidney. I got a kidney.
So when do we
release the fucking bird?
I'm not speaking
to the two of you.
I mean, I'm glad something
good came out of this,
but I just wanted to say goodbye to
Miss Birdy. Was that too much to ask?
What is this?
You'll need to get
a pass to enter.
No, that's impossible.
We work here. We
have patients inside.
I'm sorry. This ward's closed.
All the patients will be
discharged in 48 hours.
♪ California, here I come ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Right back where ♪
♪ I started from ♪
♪ Where bowers of flowers ♪
♪ Bloom in the spring ♪
♪ Each morning at dawning ♪
♪ Birdies sing at everything ♪
♪ A sun-kissed miss said ♪
♪ Don't be late, oh ♪
♪ That's why I can hardly wait ♪
♪ Come on, come on ♪
♪ Open up, open up, open up ♪
♪ That Golden Gate ♪
♪ California ♪
♪ Here I come ♪
back. Oh, thank you, Dawn.
How was Mexico?
Oh, it was really nice.
Thank you for asking.
We got a great rate on a
beachside casita with a plunge pool.
Just a few days away,
just what the doctor ordered.
People are still saying such
great things about the symposium.
Well, that is
really nice to hear.
Is Birdy Lamb's
memorial at 3:00?
Mm-hmm.
Rosey Canasta,
third- and fourth-degree
burns over 20% of her body.
After four weeks
over at the hospital,
her wounds had sufficiently closed
to transfer to us to convalesce.
Fact: Fires and burn rates
are only slightly behind
falls and poisoning as
mortality for the elderly.
Kitchens are a danger zone...
Lonely, forgotten burners,
salmonella and listeria
lingering on months-old
food, which they then eat.
And you are?
Natalie, her granddaughter.
Oh, bienvenidos.
She says you can tell
her how long she'll be here.
A... a great while,
I'm afraid, Rosey.
We need wound
closure over your grafts
and range-of-motion exercises.
And that's all done
during dressing changes
and wound cleaning.
And my Dawn here is
an expert wound cleaner.
That's not for
the faint of heart.
Welcome back.
Who are you?
You gave us quite a scare.
We've been waiting for
you to become fully awake.
We need to get you
back on all your meds.
Do you recognize me? Yes.
Okay, you might be feeling very
raw and vulnerable right now, Varla.
We had to take you
off all your medications
because of possible adverse
reactions from your anesthesia.
Ideally, she would be in
the psych ward right now,
to titrate up to her
needed dosage,
but the Huntley Center
was closed. Okay.
Nurse, take out the catheter,
get rid of that
chance of infection.
Dawn: Yep, right away.
Varla, we're gonna do
everything that we can
to make this a safe environment,
protect you from any agitation
till you're better equipped
to cope with stressors.
Oh, and your surgery
was a great success.
Varla, I'm gonna go ahead
and remove your Foley catheter,
so you can void on your own.
Let me have your
hand. Who are you?
Someone who for six years
has been looking for the woman
to whom I could say,
"Hi, Mom. I'm Marla."
I'm not your fucking mother.
Yes, you are.
Good luck.
I tracked you down here, and,
believe me, it was not easy.
See the certificate
of live birth?
"Jane Doe Pounder."
I have your hospital
maternity record, see?
"Unknown female Pounder."
I know this must
come as quite a shock,
but I've been here with
you for the past week.
I sleep on the
floor next to you.
I've really gotten a
chance to get to know you.
You don't fucking know me.
Now I'm gonna sit right here.
I'm gonna give you a
chance to get to know me.
Dawn says you're
about her closest friend.
Well, we certainly
are close, that's true.
Would you be willing to
serve as her kidney advocate,
to ask others for a
kidney on her behalf?
Sure, I guess I can do that.
I mean, I have a lot of
union stuff at the moment.
Management's been
pulling some fast ones.
Didi, thank you so much.
This means the world to me.
I need a live kidney.
You know, going on the
waiting list for a cadaver kidney
would mean, like, nine or
10 more years of dialysis.
Even, like, eating healthy
and taking care of myself,
I'd probably die first.
I mean, it's hard just standing
here to ask you to beg for one for me.
We stayed up all night making
these brochures to help you.
Didi: "Save Dawn's Life."
Dawn: And we have tons of
ideas for a social media thing,
like, "at hashtag
dawn's new day."
Look, let me take
a look at it and see.
I'll get back to you if
I have any questions.
I've missed you
the last few days.
Ron. Jenna.
I apologize,
at the symposium,
for taking advantage of you.
Look, I'm so embarrassed, I
can't even look you in the eye.
It was me. I took
advantage of you.
No, I was the one who
unzipped your trousers,
and I just made a
complete fool out of myself.
I let you make a
fool out of yourself.
I gave you mixed signals.
What are you talking about?
I've been dishonest.
I'm in recovery.
Oh, Ron.
I suffer from a hypersexual
intimacy disorder.
I'm trapped in a swirl of
compulsive sexual thoughts and acts.
I'm a sex addict, Jenna.
Pornography,
phone and computer sex, escorts.
Some days a blow job from
a local hooker does the trick.
I objectify others to
avoid real relationships.
It's a distorted need for
dominance and control
and an expression
of anger at my father.
I can't measure up.
You were just an object.
Well, I think that I was
more than just an object, Ron.
I took advantage of you.
I took advantage of our shared
passion for medical ethics.
No. I attracted you to me
like thousands of women.
I allowed you to believe that I was
something that you could easily have.
Whew.
I was 83 days into a 90-day
sexual sobriety contract.
I thought this would be a
safe place, but I slipped.
But we never really
even did anything.
I had oral sex in your office
right before we hugged.
Dawn: Didi, Didi.
Hold on one sec. I
want you to look at this.
I found this little poem
Miss Birdy put down
in her spiral notebook, and
I want to make a copy of it
and put it in the
programs for her service.
It's called "No Winter
in Los Angeles."
"With joy we hail
October showers
"that bring us bright
and fragrant flowers
When Santa doth appear,
there is no winter here."
Oh, that's really sweet.
Listen, I made a list
of potential donors
to do, like, an email blast
to share my personal story.
Mm-hmm.
"My dear friend Dawn was
stricken with terminal kidney disease
which has squelched
her kidney function.
There is no known cure.
She has two options:
Spend the remainder of
her shortened life on dialysis,
because, sadly, 90,000 people
are ahead of Dawn
on the transplant list,
or seek a live donor
from a caring
circle of friends."
Hey, there's some
urgency here, Didi.
I mean, the fact is that
Dawn is slowly dying.
Okay, look who's
here with fresh meds,
straight from the pharmacy.
Oh, thanks, Dawn. Could
you tell me what they are,
just so I can keep
them straight?
Oh, yeah. There's Seroquel,
which is an atypical
antipsychotic,
Thorazine for her hallucinations
and thought disorders,
lithium... mood stabilizer,
and then two milligrams of
Xanax just to even things out.
Great, thank you. Could
you get us some apple juice
so she could take it down?
Sure. Thanks.
What are you doing?
Getting rid of this
shit. It's poison.
Do you want to get better?
Yes.
What would you do if I told you,
I could cure you of all
your mental problems?
Psychiatry is a
criminal enterprise.
I can give you the tools that have
restored millions to mental health
without drugs.
I can help you clear.
Oh, I'm sorry. You know what?
She just took them with water.
She couldn't wait
to get them down.
You know, I need to
witness the swallow.
Okay, Varla? I need you
to wait for me next time.
Understood? Got you. Yeah.
Any drug they give
you... Throw it out, okay?
Let me ask you, how many years
have you been in the
revolving door of psychiatry?
All my life.
Has it ever helped? Not much.
And all the drugs?
Never did me much good either.
What did you say your name was?
Marla.
We're gonna audit you,
free you of reactive mind,
free you from a world
of stimulus-response,
cause-effect.
Okay.
Richard, hi. Long time.
Hello, Dawn. You look good.
Thank you. We're all
on tenterhooks here.
Management is having
all these secret meetings.
I'm wondering if we'll
stay open or close.
Yeah, I know. Jenna told me.
Is she in? Mm-hmm.
She's been in a funk.
Her mother passed
away, you know,
and I'm a little
worried about her.
I told her I'd come by
for the memorial service.
I'm dying. I have
kidney failure.
You're kidding. Dawn.
But I'm probably gonna get a
transplant, so I think I'll be okay.
But still, I...
Yeah, I know. It's really hard.
Richard, you're early.
Hey, yeah. Surprise. I thought
maybe we'd get a little lunch.
Yeah, sounds good.
Dawn just told me her news.
Dawn news? What news?
Her kidney failure.
Oh, God, yeah.
So shall we?
Uh, okay.
Hello. Hello.
Hi.
Who was that?
I'm not really sure.
Time for a dressing
change and wound cleaning.
The ever able Marguerite
Macaw is here to assist.
Okay, your grafts are
wrapped in Xeroform,
impregnated with bacitracin.
I like a nice, moist
wound environment.
There we go. Can you hold it?
No?
Marguerite, shears, please.
Okay, great.
We are now going to
cut away the dead tissue.
Cut, cut, cut, cut.
Very nice.
You know, hon, if wound
care is not your cup of tea,
please excuse yourself.
Now we scrub the wound.
Okay, Marguerite, if you
do not scrub the wound,
then all of the topical medications
will build up a pseudo-eschar,
and eschar means
more dead yellow tissue.
I've always been
drawn to wounds.
I love a good abscess. Oh,
I love watching the doctors
I & D an abscess
full of puss, oh-ho-ho!
What is that?
What does that mean, huh?
Okay, show me the proof
of the nefarious
secret meetings.
It's awfully dark. What
the heck is this place?
Storage. This was
the old morgue.
Where is the file clerk,
to show your call slip to?
Mm, we don't need one.
Someone in my union
knows certain things.
Look at this.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
you're just ransacking.
You're just ransacking, Didi.
This is a public hospital.
These are public records.
Not for us, they're not.
And I gotta get out of here.
I have a bit of claustrophobia.
What's that? It's just the
elevator going back up.
Stop being so scary.
Look at this. Look at this.
No, I am not looking, Didi.
I don't want any part of this.
You just said you'd
show me some records.
And I really am claustrophobic.
What are you... Now
what are you doing?
Just stop, okay?
You gotta just stop.
There are probably cameras.
There's no cameras down
here. Stop acting so scary.
Oh, thank you for your
opinion, Al Capone. Stop it.
What's that?
Someone's coming.
We're dead meat.
Shit. Come, this way.
In here.
Help me hold this door.
Where are you going?
Don't you leave me.
I Can't. It's unbelievable.
Son of a bitch!
Get in here, now!
Where's my fucking foot?
It's gone, Mom. Where did it go?
Varla, you had surgery, okay?
You were found unconscious behind
a dumpster near the docks, okay?
Your foot was blackened with
gangrene from your diabetes.
What did you think you
were recovering from?
I never know why
I'm fucking here.
It's gone. It was black
and necrotic and awful.
I don't believe a word you say.
Do you want to see a picture
of it? Do you want to see
what it looked like when they found
you behind a dumpster at Pier 17?
Yes, I do. 'Cause I'll go
get it. I'll go get that picture
and I'll show you
what the doctors saw
when they finally
unwrapped that fucking foot.
So let me fucking see it.
We are glad you got her away.
She's been under
a lot of stress.
Seems like Mexico did
her some good though.
Mexico?
Well, since the hospice scandal
and all, it's been tough on everybody.
But did y'all take
a lot of pictures?
What hospice scandal?
You know, that...
Varla: I want my fucking foot.
Mother, forget about
the foot and just roll over.
We're just gonna put a
diaper and a pad on you.
You leak. You dribble.
What's her name again?
Marla. Darn it,
would you stop that?
It's mean and
passive-aggressive, all right?
I think you're upsetting her.
Well, she goes out
of her way to hurt me.
I don't give a flying
fuck about you.
My name is Marla. It can't
be that hard to remember.
Marla, Varla. And I
think you're full of shit,
full of negative resistance
that we could help and fix
if you would just cooperate
and let me help you.
Do I have to turf this up
to my supervising nurse?
Why don't you ask about
me? What I do for a living?
Am I married? Do
I have children?
'Cause I don't fucking care.
I didn't want you
in the first place.
Get back.
You leave me alone.
Are you seeing things?
There's no one there.
Oh God. Didi, Didi.
Yeah, this is starting
to feel real familiar.
It's amazing how
young you can be
and still pick up on
the anger and dislike
a person beams at you.
Thank you so much for filling
that gaping hole in my heart.
Oh, fuck you, you
ugly faced whore.
Do you even want to see a
picture of your grandchildren?
I don't want to see
their grimy faces.
How could you call me that?
Do you think I have no feelings?
Hey, hey, okay,
don't listen to her.
She reels you in, then
says horrible things.
You think she's mean,
then you think she's nice,
but you were
right the first time.
Excuse me, you need
to stop agitating her.
Do you want me to
get Dr. James involved?
No, I don't think you do.
Now you need to behave,
because if you don't have
a direct power of attorney,
which I don't think you do,
you can be ejected from this
room as a risk to your mother.
Do we understand?
Good.
What a butt-fucker,
if ever there was one.
Yeah.
Mm, aged prime rib,
decent-enough-looking ragu,
asparagus. What's wrong?
When exactly were we in Mexico?
Oh, Richard.
Did I have a good time? Did
we remember to wear sunblock?
I lied. I... I couldn't
come to work.
The symposium
went really poorly,
and I needed a few days off.
And Dawn has a big mouth,
and I just said...
we went to Mexico.
Yeah, but every day
when you left the house,
you told me you were coming
to work. What were you doing?
I just... I drove around.
I... I just... I just
drove around all day.
Thinking about the
hospice scandal?
What do you mean?
I heard you were
under indictment.
Who told you such a thing?
You certainly didn't.
There was a
whistle-blower, alleged fraud.
How could you not tell me
about any of this for months?
I wanted to. Because I
wanted to protect you.
You have been so remote.
You never asked me.
Well, how could I have
asked you if I didn't know?
Dawn, what are you doing?
You're not supposed
to be eating all this stuff.
Marguerite, I'm allowed
to eat whatever I want,
because I'm
getting a new kidney.
I know, but still,
this is a lot of food.
You know, my doctor said
so, so I would advise you
to mind your own
business, pussy.
Go away. You and
your union are bad news.
You're all criminals. You
probably whacked James Hoffa.
They are closing Billy Barnes.
They had consultants advise
them on how to skirt the rules.
They did a bogus
community impact plan...
No hearing, no comments.
You can't do that. That's a
violation of the open meeting law.
I don't care.
I got four RNs at Billy Barnes
and 228 at the hospital.
Hey, if you think I'm
going down with your ship,
sorry, Charlie. And
you can't do a thing,
'cause you got the
information illegally,
and they could put you in jail.
There you are, just in time
for your four o'clock meds.
What are you doing?
I'm not taking them anymore.
Yes, you are. No, I'm not.
And why not?
My daughter says
I don't have to.
Jenna: You are intentionally
telling your mother
to throw away her medication?
I expressed myself clearly,
but I'm happy to repeat.
In my opinion, psychiatry
is a criminal enterprise.
Turn off that TV and look at me.
Your mother is bipolar one
with schizophrenic episodes.
My mother has been
under care for 50 years.
Look at the mess she's made of
her life the choices she's made.
Which you cannot change, no matter
how colorful your particular beliefs.
Oh, actually I can.
I'm helping her, and then I'm
gonna take her home with me.
There's been a lack
in my soul all my life.
Well, one never gives up
craving a mother's affection.
But it is misguided,
fanciful thinking,
interfering in her
mental stabilization.
The right to refuse medication belongs
with the patient, not with the family,
so I'm calling a practice
and review board
to order a course of treatment.
Oh, Dawn, it is so great
that you have been proactive,
getting out in front of this,
looking for a new kidney.
Oh, so many people
have come forward to help.
I have support groups
and caring people.
Well, that is good, because
you're gonna need it.
I'm sorry?
Your numbers have
collapsed, Dawn.
I... I thought you
said I was fine.
I mean, basically. You said so.
Your numbers... Sodium,
potassium, sugars...
It's not sustainable.
You're facing pulmonary
edema, congestive heart failure,
possible system
collapse, really.
What have you done?
Ron, I was thinking
about what you said...
That I was just an object.
And I think that's what
you were for me too.
I didn't value your mind,
because you're a bit
slow on several fronts.
I don't think that I
admired your soul,
because I have no idea whether
or not you truly possess one.
So I think for the
moment I just thought
that you were fuckable.
Richard.
You had an affair. What?
You went to Mexico
and you had an affair.
No, I did not go to
Mexico. I was here.
Then you had an
affair with him here,
while you were driving around,
because clearly you know him.
All right, yes, I do know
him. It's Dr. Ron Rudd.
But, Richard, he's a sex addict.
Oh, good, an affair
with a sex addict.
No, it's not an aff... He gets
blow jobs from all the nurses.
Richard: How can I
believe anything you say?
You lie about knowing him.
You conceal a hospice
scandal, Medicare fraud.
You don't even
tell me about Dawn.
She's dying, apparently.
You hide all this.
Why wouldn't you have an affair?
Who are you?
You know me.
I...
I kept some things from you
because I didn't want
you to think less of me,
because of some
lapses, but I'm still me.
Our friends are worried that
you're getting removed and cold.
Well, maybe they just tell
you what you want to hear...
Jenna. because you so
frequently put that out there.
I... I just...
I find it deeply interesting
that everyone that you know
says that, but nobody else does.
Everyone here loves
and respects me.
Dawn.
Dawn, a very important
piece of information
has come to my attention.
Shut up. I'm dying.
Dr. Rudd has a history
of sexual perversity.
He's a confirmed sex
addict. I knew it all along.
I was the one who
said he was a phony.
Has he made a pass at you?
Oh my God, all the
time, Pats. It's so gross.
How about you?
God, yeah. And he knows
I see right through him,
see all his sexual dysfunction,
so he lashes out at me.
Mother, stop it.
Shut up, Satan!
Help!
Help! Help!
Varla, dear God!
Dr. James! Patsy!
They're breaking
each other's necks!
This is gonna knock her out.
Let me in. Let me in. Okay.
Idiot, you got in the way.
Go get another needle.
Mother went into a
profound past life regression.
I think she's finally clear.
Didi.
Didi, you need to make a statement
about me during the service.
I don't think
that's appropriate.
People are here to
grieve for their loved ones.
Okay, except my life
really is on the line.
Now I am not kidding
around. I am on the verge
of a complete
system collapse here.
We all only get
30 seconds, so...
But your poem from Miss
Birdy gave me a great idea.
I made my statement like a poem.
And then if you give me
your 30 seconds, plus mine,
and if Dennis gives
me his, I can fit it all in.
No, no, no. I'm
gonna say the poem,
I'm gonna pass out an orange,
so everybody has something
to remember Miss Birdy by.
Then we're going outside
for the canary release.
And Leonard Butler... he's driving
all the way up from San Dimas.
And that's that.
This may be the only
time this many people
are all together that I know
before my funeral, Didi.
The answer on this one is no.
Welcome to our monthly
ecumenical service
for everyone who died in
our hospital during the last,
previous full calendar
month ending on the 15th.
We're gonna start with the
children who passed away
in the neonatal
and the NIC unit.
Isn't it interesting
that we have the words
"widow" and "widower"
for when we lose a spouse,
but no word for parents
who lose a child?
So please come
forward, one and all,
and put an ornament on
our Tree of Remembrance.
It was a harmless
office flirtation.
Oh, Richard, come on.
His name was Todd.
He was with us three brief days,
but his little being will
live in our hearts forever.
Honey, is this about you,
because he's so much younger?
Man: Our daughter Megan
was a real fighter.
She never cried,
except when Doctor...
What I'm afraid of, Jenna,
is I think you've lost
a piece of your soul.
Man: for their love
and dedication.
I am Didi Ortley,
and I would like to begin
the Billy Barnes segment
by passing out these oranges
in remembrance of
a very special person.
Birdy Lamb loved oranges.
I would like for you all to
partake in a memorial orange.
I'm sorry. I would
like to put an ornament
on the Tree of Remembrance.
I suffered a personal
tragedy. I had a blighted ovum.
And I'd like to say a few words.
That ovum thing
was eight months ago.
Um, I was really looking
forward to my baby.
We were going to
name him Todd too.
I thought it was
a new beginning.
I mean, I guess it was. It
was just not what I expected.
My dominos fell in a
very different direction.
Thank you, Dawn, for sharing.
Our hearts go out to you.
Today I am before
you, likely dying
of incurable kidney failure
and hopefully looking
for a live donor.
Didi has written a
poem for Miss Birdy,
and in that same spirit,
"Dawn comes to
work hard every day
"So patients get well quicker.
"She tends to them
as best she can,
But the truth is,
she's so much sicker."
Didi: Okay, I'm going
to sing a song now.
It's a song that Miss Birdy
and I sang all the time.
She loved it from when she
was a little girl in Tennessee.
Antoine.
"California, here I come,
Right back where
I started from."
You never sang that song
with Miss Birdy, not even once.
Someone we care for
has passed. Knock it off.
Yeah, well, I am here fighting
for my life right now, Didi.
"Where bowers of
flowers bloom in the spring"
If anybody does
decide to donate,
you will be covered
by my insurance,
and you'll get a free pap
smear and a colonoscopy.
Honey, it's okay. We have time.
Oh, no, we don't.
"Each morning at dawning
birdies sing and everything."
I want to ask
everyone a question.
God, Jenna, not here.
No, I'm sorry. I would
like to discuss my soul
with the people
who know me best.
Richard. Her husband...
Anybody?
Maybe I did get
caught up in all the shit.
Maybe I have fallen
and I can't get up.
Dr. James. This is my
turn. I am talking now.
I think I don't know
who I am anymore.
I am here for a reason.
I have a lot to give.
This is not about
the two of you.
I deserve a kidney.
This is about Miss Birdy.
I still want a kidney!
God, fine. I will
give you a kidney.
Yes, I will unselfishly
give you one of my kidneys.
Are you serious?
Yes, Dawn, of course.
This has been on
my mind for days.
Dennis, it's gonna be okay.
I got a kidney. I got a kidney.
So when do we
release the fucking bird?
I'm not speaking
to the two of you.
I mean, I'm glad something
good came out of this,
but I just wanted to say goodbye to
Miss Birdy. Was that too much to ask?
What is this?
You'll need to get
a pass to enter.
No, that's impossible.
We work here. We
have patients inside.
I'm sorry. This ward's closed.
All the patients will be
discharged in 48 hours.
♪ California, here I come ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Right back where ♪
♪ I started from ♪
♪ Where bowers of flowers ♪
♪ Bloom in the spring ♪
♪ Each morning at dawning ♪
♪ Birdies sing at everything ♪
♪ A sun-kissed miss said ♪
♪ Don't be late, oh ♪
♪ That's why I can hardly wait ♪
♪ Come on, come on ♪
♪ Open up, open up, open up ♪
♪ That Golden Gate ♪
♪ California ♪
♪ Here I come ♪