Swan Song

Good evening.

I'm Mister Pat.

And I'm... and I am...

back.

Good afternoon, residents.

Lunch will be served in five minutes.

Our special item of the day, fruit cocktail.

Good, Pat. Keep those legs moving.

A word?

What's it, Doc? What's it say?

I wouldn't suggest a...

No, I don't think so, the words are too small.

You guys gonna go outside?

- I wouldn't. I'm not going... - You're going outside?

- ...or I think I will. - No, no.

I'll help you get out there.

We'll have a little picnic outside.

It won't hurt my hair or anything if it's windy.

You're not getting hurt by any of that.

You're not gonna let me go outside with you?

Sure, it'll be fine.

I don't know. I don't know.

I think my daughter is coming today.

How is your book coming along?

It's not very interesting.

Why do you keep reading it?

I haven't got anything else to do.

That's too bad.

Eunice!

Eunice!

Pat! You're still alive?

What did I tell you about

keeping your head elevated?

What am I gonna do with you?

There you go.

I saw that, bitch.

Girl, you are too much.

Good morning, everyone.

Good morning, miss.

A Mr. Shanrock here to see you. Says he's an attorney.

Should I tell him you dead?

Patrick Pitsenbarger! It's been years.

Have you seen The Register today?

I'm sorry to let you know that,

a former client has passed away.

We've lost...

Rita Parker Sloan.

Rita specified in her will that you

were to do her hair and make-up for the funeral.

Uh, first showing is day after tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.

Ransom Funeral Home will require your services tomorrow night.

That photo is from a year ago.

Perhaps you could recreate the same hairstyle?

- Split ends and all? - He speaks!

Oh, I'll... I'll never forget...

how you used to make up Rita for her Christmas parties

at the mansion.

Boy oh boy, Patrick...

you made Rita Parker Sloan

the most glamorous woman in town.

She should have updated her will.

I entered her final revisions personally

a week before she died.

Rita left me as a client. You remember?

I also remember you were close friends,

dear friends.

I haven't pulled hair in years.

Naturally, the will makes a provision

for services rendered.

Rita wants to make things right.

I'm retired.

Let bygones be bygones, Patrick.

It's not healthy to hold a grudge.

You would deny a great woman her dying wish?

Show the gentleman the door.

Mr. Shanrock?

Bury her with bad hair.

The medication window

is now open. The medication...

You smoking in here, Pat?

Well, let's elevate your head.

Okay, stay calm, stay calm.

Breathe.

How many times have you promised?

Where they at, Pat?

I know they are around here somewhere.

Sometimes I think you want to have another stroke.

Shaundell, that's all I have.

Miss Gertie always had beautiful hair.

Remember this one?

Beautiful.

Don't worry.

We will clean it up.

Here, it's open.

- Morning. - Hello.

Is the Ransom Funeral Home still downtown?

Yes, sir.

Water Street, just down past the Parker Sloan Mansion.

Have a nice day.

It's some hike from here though.

Sir, are you all right?

Lemme give you a hand.

I'm fine.

Can I give you a ride to Ransom?

No, no, no.

I'm going shopping.

- Pack of Mores. - Mores? For real?

Folks don't ask for these nowadays.

Your wife still smokes Mores?

She adores them.

Knapp Beauty Supply, still on Tiffin Avenue?

No clue, dude.

Uh, there's a fabulous salon down by the waterfront,

Dee Dee Dale's place.

She's still alive?

- Dee Dee has everything. - Thank you, miss,

but my client demands high quality beauty products.

Like Vivanté.

They still make Vivanté?

5.23.

For one pack?

You can charge it instead?

- You cash checks? - Personal?

Government.

I know what you're thinking.

"How could someone so flawless,

possibly be on Social Security?"

You took the words right out of my mouth.

Two more packs of Mores for the road.

21.92 is your change.

And some tickets.

Two, "Some Like it Hot", eight, "Casino Royale"

and one, "Fastest Road To One Million."

Hit me.

That rock sure is different.

There are plenty more where this came from.

David gave them all to me and each one has a story.

I'll bet.

- I have a job to do. - What's that?

I have to make a lady beautiful. Her hair.

Is that what you do?

- You are a beautician? - Yeah.

I was. Yeah, yeah.

I'm a hairdresser, I was very successful...

...when I was young in this beautiful town.

I had the best clients, the richest woman.

- Who was that? - And then...

- What? - Who was that?

Rita.

And then, my assistant opened her own store

right across from me.

And took one of my most important clients with her.

- That took some nerve. - Yeah, and then my friend died.

Your friend, David?

Yeah, David died. And I took a second mortgage.

But, the nephew took everything. He got everything. I lost it.

- What did David die of? - AIDS.

Hello.

Sandusky.

Now, you know, there's a lot of things that I am not,

- and the one is one of them. - I know that.

I know that, girl. I know it.

Honey, you are a fiery one yourself too.

- This used to be... - White?

My beauty supply store.

- I had an account. - Oh.

You goin' way back in the day.

Whatchu looking for?

Perfect Powder Bleach and Vivanté.

You won't get that here.

And baby, that smack don't stick to nappy heads.

Now, if you want some Kizzy's Daughter Pomade,

or Miss Zora's Buttercream.

Hell, even some juicy ass Jerri Curl, I got you.

- Try Dee Dee Dale's downtown. - I'd rather swallow mucus.

Why don't you tell us, how you really feel?

He right though, I graduated with Dee Dee and she nasty.

Well, Dee Dee's the only game in town these days, for real.

Aw, baby. You look like your poodle just died.

I mean, we lost our Sally Beauty.

Unless you finna drive all the way out to Lorain.

Whoa, hold up, baby. Slow your roll.

Now, your poor, white head turned to a hot damn crisp.

Yes, it is.

I don't suppose you sell sunscreen?

Sunscreen! You...

Oh, bless his heart. Help him out.

Here, take Erma's hat.

I don't wanna hear nothing about no skin cancer.

And Erma won't miss it?

No, baby. Erma's dead.

Erma don't miss shit.

Come on, sashay.

"Hattitude."

- "Hattitude" - Ro Ro: Yes. That girl!

- My goodness. - A mess.

Oh, child.

102.7.

It's gonna be another scorcher out there, Sandusky.

Checking the weather, it is hot!