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say, uh...
What's he supposed to say?
He's supposed to say
"I don't want to die. I want to live".
Well, if you can't say it, you can't say it.
We'll just have to cut it, that's all.
Cut it. Take me up. Next setup.
Some of these days
You're gonna miss me, Daddy
Some of these days
You're gonna feel so lonely
You'll miss her huggin'
You'll miss her kissin'
You'll miss me, Daddy
If you go away
I'll feel so lonely
Just for you only
For you know, Daddy
You had your way
- A lot.
- And if you leave her
You know, you know, you're gonna, gonna,
gonna, gonna, gonna grieve her
You're gonna miss your sweet,
little, lovin', baby daughter Michelle
- Some of these days
- Don't die, Daddy! Don't die, please!
Some of these days
You can't leave this poor
little kid without a father!
- Some of these days
- She needs ya, Joe! She needs ya!
Some of these days
Oh! Oh, no.
You don't have any lines here.
Real dead body. Real dead body.
End sticks.
Please don't try to talk. If you wanna
tell me anything, just write it on this pad.
No, no. Come on, not now.
Please leave. Please.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure. Just go.
Am I alive?
All right, Joe.
Yes, you are alive.
Now, this is gonna hurt a little...
Hm. That came out nice.
Miss Paris, would you like
to see something nice?
Oh, that is beautiful!
That is an absolutely beautiful scar, Dr Garry.
- Thank you.
- How soon will he be able to work?
Well, he's out of intensive care,
back in a private room.
The doctor says it's just a matter of rest.
Two months, at the outside.
Oh, you know Joey. This morning
he said he could hardly wait.
Said he had a lot of new ideas.
And not all that sex stuff, either.
Now, that's terrific.
You must feel really good about that, Jonesy.
Relieved. We're all relieved.
- Check, please.
- I did some thinking about your script
and I made a few notes.
Oh, my.
Use them, don't use them...
You know, whatever you want.
I hate to bother you,
but are you... Lucas Sergeant?
- Yes.
- Would you mind?
No, no. Not at all.
I'm an actress and, next to Joe Gideon,
you're my favourite director.
I'm so sorry your show was a flop.
- Best of luck with your career.
- Thank you so much.
Lucas, you put in an awful lot
of work on this. I'm moved.
For somebody to do something like this
just... just out of friendship... It touches me.
Listen, what are friends for?
We're all rooting for each other.
I'm just pleased that Joe is well again.
- Hey, let me get this.
- No, Lucas, this is on me.
I said I'll get this.
- I can't believe it.
- Joe, what's the matter?
- I'm having a heart attack.
- No, that's impossible, Mr Gideon.
I just gave you your medication.
Goddamn it, he knows the symptoms.
Will you call somebody, please?
He can't be in pain.
Well, let me take his pulse.
- How can it be?
- Goddammit, get somebody.
But I just gave you your medication 20
minutes ago. You can't possibly be in pain.
At least you're getting use
out of the equipment.
That's funny, Doctor. I gotta tell you,
it hurts like a son of a bitch.
Miss Briggs, two milligrams of morphine.
- What's this?
- My name and address.
You can send my cheque there.
Feeling any pain now?
Bitch!
No. But something is...
- something is breaking up in there.
- Now that I like.
Somethin's gone wrong.
All wrong.
No... No...
Oh, my God... Where's Mr Gideon?
Anger, denial, bargaining,
depression and acceptance.
- Anger.
- No. No. No!
Jesus Christ! Goddamn son-of-a-bitch,
pig-sucking bastards!
Not now.
I don't know. We were busy
with an emergency
and the next thing I notice, he was gone.
Denial. Denial.
"No. No, that's not me, man, no.
No. It's somebody else, maybe, but not me".
"Oh, no. You got the wrong...
How about my mother, man?"
"She's old. I'm weaned. I'm toilet-trained".
"I don't need her any more. Bye, Ma.
You've
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