Remember Me

Stop being a baby. It wasn't that heavy.

You're breathing harder than I am.

I'm just faking it. To make you feel better.

I'm just dropping it.

- I forgot something. - What?

It's for my hypertension.

Whoa. What's that?

Amlodipine.

What do you take for your arthritis?

- Ibuprofen. - I'm taking Fosamax.

And I haven't noticed any real improvement.

I'll tell you something.

I'll tell you what's a real revelation. Diclofenac.

- For your sciatica. - My sciatica. I highly recommend it.

Now, tell me.

What do you take for your cholesterol?

- Crestor. - I told you! Take Lipitor!

Mine was sky-rocketing and it came right down.

You don't remember me telling you?

- No. - I'm telling you again. Try Lipitor.

Or get a new doctor.

And while you're at it, get yourself some Exelon.

Now, what the hell is that for?

Your memory.

You're questioning my memory?

Don't ever question my memory.

So, your daughter and your granddaughter are gonna sleep here?

In theory, yeah.

The two of them together?

It's not the Ritz, but it is a spare bedroom

and the only one I got.

Well, wouldn't it be more appropriate if your son-in-law were to leave?

- I mean, after all... - After all, he behaved very poorly.

And they have newspaper people all over his house,

which they should have, to find out what he really did.

So I thought the girls would have a little more privacy here.

And what about you?

What about your peace?

True. However, it gives me a chance to be with my girls.

Hmm. (CHUCKLES)

And what about these girls, hm?

I mean, you know, it's kind of sad to chuck 'em.

I mean, they're such classics.

Oh, I can never let my girls know about my girls.

No. What are you doing? Take one, for Christ's sake.

Be a man. Grow up.

You mean you haven't dicked around since you've been divorced?

I'm afraid those days are over for me.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

Nexium.

It's good for my stomach.

All right, buddy. I got a family waiting for a portrait.

The old "in the cellar" extra buck. Love it.

You bet.

Tell me when the girls arrive.

- I'll stop by for a visit. You got it.

Later.

Prostitutes paid with taxpayers' money?

Let's go live to the press conference

with California's Lieutenant Governor, David Addison.

I am deeply sorry

that I did not live up to what was expected of me,

and I must take full responsibility for my misconduct.

I am therefore resigning as Lieutenant Governor.

I now want to devote all my time

toward earning back the trust of my family.

Words cannot express

how sorry I feel for the terrible hurt that I have caused them

and how blessed I am

that they have found it in their hearts to forgive me.

Thank you very much.

How many prostitutes have you slept with?

Did your wife find naked pics in your phone?

What message are you sending young women?

How long have we worked together? Eight, ten years?

Twelve.

This man taught me everything I know.

Come over here.

His reviews were a major cultural reference.

It's a pleasure.

But the industry's changing, Claude.

I mean, with a constant stream of multi-platform readership,

our consumers are now more interested than ever in what's happening.

They're "woke," as they say.

I really don't want to take advantage of the special relationship

that you have with this newspaper,

but I really can't look the other way as far as your family is...

Stop.

Don't go there.

Okay. I'll tell you what.

Why don't we turn this around in your favor, huh?

You enlighten us on the situation of your son-in-law, more or less,

so then you can call the shots before any of those sleazy gossipmongers.

So we keep the focus on him,

instead of on your daughter and family,

who are already weathering a pretty nasty storm.

I can guarantee fair treatment

and no mention whatsoever of intimate family issues.

You can trust me on that, really.

What about the article I sent you?

Oh, the one on Pina Bausch?

Heiner Muller.

Oh, Heiner Mueller.

- Muller. East German. Yes.

Modernist playwright. Known all over the world.

Oh, right. Mark?

Uh, we found it super interesting, like everything you send us.

A little bit difficult to put into the print edition,

but it might be perfect for our brand-new cultural digital supplement.

What the hell is he talking about?

It's our online edition.

It allows us to print ancillary cultural news.

We even have an app. - Take a look.

Yeah.

Wait a sec.

Can you bring that one back down? Yeah, sure.

It sounds like this is something you're interested in?

Well, Henry Muller was an important figure in European culture.

I'm sure we can find a way to fit him into the front page

of the digital edition.

That is, of course, if we all do our part, huh?

- Of course. Of course.

- Send me the article, please. - Sure.

Jesus Christ!

I really loved you.

Still do.

We also have an impressive recreational room

with light exercise equipment. We also have activities...

Now, our dining room serves three well-balanced delicious meals.

Everything is freshly made here.

And right this way, I'll take you out to our gardens.

Now, of course, this is our outpatient facility,

which is separate from the rest of the facilities.

It's so beautiful.

And you'll notice that is very intimate, very secure.

I love this garden.

Mrs. Blanche, it's this way.

Sir? You all right?

- Huh? Are you all right? Are you lost?

No.

Would you like me to take you back to your room?

No. I can find my room.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm new here, so I still don't know everybody yet.

I'm working on it.

I am new here.

I'm Zephyr.

So I'll be here. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?

All right. I'll see you around.

Are you out of your mind?

You'll get caught! If you don't kill yourself first.

These places can be very depressing.

It's a very nice place.

And I can think of absolutely nothing

that I want to do more than be next to her.

She needs me.

She may not even remember you, for Christ's sake.

Alzheimer's? No memory.

- Really? Hmm.

She'll remember me. Trust me.

What makes you so sure?

Because what she and I shared together and lived together

can never be forgotten.

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah.

There was this girl in Ronda.

That's a little place in southern Spain

where the family used to go for a summer vacation.

She was petite. A little cross-eyed.

- Hmm. But she had a gorgeous smile.

And, oh, the most contagious laugh.

Incredible.

But, of course, you know, I had to go back to the States.

But we promised we'd write to one another

and we did, we did for a time, but...

I lost contact.

Never even kissed her.

So you do understand me?

A little. Hmm.

Is she now...

available?

What about her husband?

Dead.

You're the only person on this planet

who would willingly check himself in to an old folks' home.

- Yeah? Hey, Dad.

Sorry I didn't call sooner but, with all the new allegations

and talking to Tania about everything, it's been a lot.

- Well, how is she doing? She's pretty upset.

And you? I know you're mad at me.

I don't know how many times I have to say this.

You're making a colossal mistake.

I don't know what promises this asshole has given you

or how he did it,

but he's a son of a bitch, he's ignorant,

and whatever he's up to doesn't hold water

and in the future, you're gonna find out very quickly, madam.

Yeah, well, you always told me

that I should take my chances, so that's what I'm gonna do.

Any time you and Tania get bored

with all the crap that's going on at your house,