Solitary

Oh, God. Morning, Julie!

I've had it with him. I can't take it anymore.

- Well, what happened? - He won't take his medication,

and he threatened me again.

I'm sorry.

It's too much. I've had enough.

- Look... - I'm leaving.

Oh, please don't.

I'm sorry, but I'm done.

Please, Julie, I really need you.

No.

Julie?

Thank you.

- What's wrong? - Julie quit.

He's impossible. They never stay for more than a month.

Want me to start looking for another one?

Yeah, I suppose so.

I've got the Rahms case to work on tonight,

and by the time I've put him to bed...

What about your sister? Can't she help you?

She can't even help herself.

- Morning. - Hi.

You hungry?

Is there any coffee?

Yeah, there is,

but you're going to have some breakfast, too.

Yes, sir.

- Rough night? - One too many.

Just one?

We were supposed to have dinner.

Since when?

You really don't remember?

No, I thought it was tonight.

Tonight's my gig.

We can have dinner after.

It's in London.

I'm staying up there tonight.

You forgot that, too.

Just give me a break, all right?

If you forgive me, I'll make it up to you.

Yeah? How?

Breakfast in bed?

That sounds like dessert.

Mmm.

I think I'm just going to stick with the coffee.

No, you need to eat something,

soak up all that booze.

Just give it a rest, will you?

You want me to stop caring about you?

I want you to get off my back.

Nora.

Nora, I'm worried about you.

- I'm fine. - No, you're hungover.

And if you're not hungover, you're drunk.

That is such bullshit.

You've got a problem.

Yeah, my boyfriend's a pain in the ass.

Nora.

Look, I'm really worried about you.

Jesus, David, you sound like a stuck record.

I want you to stop drinking.

Fine! I'll slow down, I promise.

I think you need help.

All I need is for you to fuck off!

- Hi. - Where are you?

Look, Julie quit.

I've got to take care

of things over here for awhile.

You could have called.

I'm sorry.

You want me to come over?

No, it's okay.

I won't be long. I'll be home soon.

Fine. Bye.

Dad?

Dad, where are you?

In here.

Dad, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. I just fell. Help me up.

How long have you been lying here?

- Not long. - Come on, let's get you to bed.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Come on.

Come on.

We'll get you all washed up

and then I'll start dinner, okay?

- All right. - Okay.

It's Nora. Leave a message at the beep.

All right.

- Hello, stranger. - Can I come in?

Well, I wasn't expecting anyone.

- I'm not even dressed. - I tried calling.

- Yeah, my phone died. - We need to talk.

All right, but the place is a mess.

Wow, you weren't kidding about the mess.

If you came to give me a lecture...

- I didn't. - What then?

It's about Dad.

Want a drink? Cup of tea?

No, thanks. Another nurse left.

What a surprise.

How's David?

He's good.

He's at a gig tonight.

Hmm.

Shouldn't you be getting ready?

I'm not going.

- Another fight? - No.

Just taking a breather.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Look, I really, really need your help with Dad.

You sure you don't want a drink?

I've got wine.

No, I need your help, Nora.

I can't do this on my own anymore. It's too...

What do you want me to do?

Just... look, help out with meals.

Give him his medicine.

He needs a nurse for that.

I know. They keep leaving.

Please, Nora, just until we find someone else.

I'm no good with stuff like that.

Look, you said it yourself.

You and David need some space.

Why don't you just move back home for a few months?

Save some money. Get back on your feet.

I am on my feet.

I really think you and Dad should spend some time together.

You never see him.

He's welcome here whenever he wants.

He doesn't feel well.

Well, that's his problem, isn't it?

He thinks you still blame him for Mom.

Maybe I do.

It wasn't his fault.

How do you know?

She had a mind of her own.

No one forced her to drink.

Who was buying her the booze, then?

If he didn't get it, she would have got it herself.

How? She couldn't even get out of bed.

He did the best he could, Nora.

It's hard to stand by and watch someone you love destroy themselves.

Then look the other way. You're good at that.

It's his fucking fault the nurses keep leaving.

- Forget it! - Not mine!

I thought you said it died.

Must have come back to life.

Yeah.

All right, babe. Wasn't expecting you.

Want to come down to pub?

- Yeah... - Lisa, it's past 9.

Uh, yeah, we were just going to bed.

Aw, come on, babe. Just one.

I'm not even dressed, love.

Well, look at the state of me.

All right, just one.

I'll go fix myself up.

What you doing coming around here at this hour?

Shut up, granddad.

I'll have her back before morning.

You're fucking unbelievable, you are, do you know that?

Jesus Christ.

Go on!

Thank you very much.

Thank you, Nora and Lisa,