A Short History of Decay

Subtitles by explosiveskull 𝕄_𝕀_𝕊𝔽𝕠𝕣𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣

So it's like...

now they're saying tumeric doesn't do anything.

What?

Tumeric.

You know those tumeric supplements I been taking?

I keep wanting to go to Indian restaurants?

Yeah, it's turmeric.

It's t-turmeric?

Well, anyways, well, it says here

they've done these clinical studies,

and no evidence links any herbal or nutritional supplements

to the slightest decrease in risk of developing Alzheimer's.

What are you doing?

Just research.

No. I mean, what are you doing?

You're young and healthy,

and instead of living your life,

you're worrying about some disease you might get when you're 80.

Well, if I can prevent it now, why wouldn't I?

I'm late for work.

Are you gonna be here when I get back?

Yeah, I should be,

although I might go see a movie at the Angelika.

I don't know what's playing, though.

I gotta check that.

I want to talk. We have to talk.

Look, if this is what I think it is, I just...

I don't want to have this conversation again, all right?

I'm almost done with the play.

You just said you're gonna go to the movies today.

Yeah, when I take a break.

Hmm. When I met you, you were working on a novel

and before that, a screenplay.

Yeah, okay. Thank you for the encouragement.

Don't go there.

It's been five years,

and I have been very patient and very supportive.

Okay, all right. I'm sorry. You're right.

Thank you, and I appreciate it.

You know, I took your advice.

I rewrote the part of Gustavo

to be more sympathetic, but also ruthless.

It's got nothing to do with Gustavo!

I've met someone.

Shit.

What do you mean, you've met someone?

At the "Paris Review" party.

His name is David,

and he's a literary agent.

You already have a literary agent.

I'm not looking for representation, Nathan.

I'm looking for a relationship.

We don't have a relationship?

We've been living together for four years.

We fuck sometimes. We drink a lot.

You watch television.

You pretend to be writing something

when really you're just staring at that screen,

looking up random shit, like how Indian spices can preserve your brain.

So, because I'm concerned about my health,

you think it's okay to have an affair?

We're not married, so it doesn't qualify as an affair.

You're already fucking him?

No, not yet.

Oh, great, but you're gonna fuck him.

You're just announcing that you're gonna cheat on me.

Well, if I tell you I'm gonna do it, then it's not cheating.

How is that?

Because by telling you I'm gonna do it,

I'm de facto breaking up with you.

Therefore, I'm free to do whatever I want.

I keep forgetting you went to law school.

I'll talk to you later.

Come on.

E-Erika?

How do you see this going, to be exact?

I'll be sitting at the apartment, watching TV,

waiting for you to come home.

"Hi, honey. How was your date?"

Or do I just stay up all night

wondering if you're ever gonna come home?

Nathan, I'm at work now. Goodbye.

Guess I'll just move out, then?

Do you have a place to go?

Oh, my God.

I didn't know you hated me so much.

Nathan, I don't hate you.

Just hold on a sec, okay?

One sec. One sec.

Nathan, I don't hate you, okay?

Let's not turn this into something it's not.

I'm sure you can stay at Barry's for a while.

I gotta go.

Barry's?

What? Hello?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Hi.

See you later.

What?

Hey.

Oh, shit.

Just need to talk to you for a second.

Please, not here. Not now.

My dad had a stroke.

Jack just called.

He's with him in Florida.

Don't. Please don't do this.

You don't know how long, how long

I've been working up to this, trying to find the nerve to end this.

This isn't about you.

Just let me finish.

I love your parents,

but I've crossed a line. Don't suck me back in.

I may never find the energy to do this again.

I'm not trying to suck you back in to anything.

I'm on my way to Florida.

There's a taxi waiting for me outside.

I just wanted to tell you.

I just wanted to see you.

I wanted to see you before I left.

God, I'm sorry.

- How is he? - I don't know.

It's hard to say. Jack says he's stable.

Is your mom okay?

No. She's really confused.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah.

I'm so sorry you have to go through this.

I'm so sorry you have to go through all of this.

Jack's got to get back to D.C.,

so I'm gonna head down to Florida for...

Can you just not...

Can you just not start seeing someone until I get back?

Nathan, what possible difference will that make?

Because I just have to get through this,

and I can't be taking care of my parents while...

imagining you in bed with somebody else.

Can you just wait for things to get better?

I can't handle all this right now.

I just need a little help. Please.

Nathan, your dad had a stroke.

Your mom's got Alzheimer's.

It doesn't get any better.

Can you understand that?

Yeah, of course. I understand.

It doesn't get better.

Yeah.