Casual

Previously on "Casual"...

I want you back.

Jesus, Drew.

I'm serious.

It worked. - What worked?

My trial. I went to the doctors.

They ran some tests.

And it's shrinking.

We can do anything.

All: Surprise!

God...

- Um, these people are here for you,

so enjoy your cake.

Where are you going?

Home.

To Drew.

Hi.

Is there another entrance that doesn't have stairs?

- What? - For the gurney.

We have your father outside.

Just need to find a way of bringing him in.

Lock all the doors, Val.

Oh... happy birthday.

- Do it. - You do it.

I'm scared.

He's incapacitated.

You don't know that.

- We're gonna have to talk to him eventually, you know.

Or we pretend he's not there

and go about our lives.

Yeah. That'll work.

We could wheel him outside

and hope the rain washes him away.

It would take a flash flood.

- Isn't it El Niño? - That ended in April.

Shit. He's on the move.

Don't look at me.

Dad,

how you feeling?

- I'm buoyed by the smiling faces of my children.

- Something you want to tell us? Or...

- What are you doing in my living room?

Well, good morning to you too.

What's your angle this time?

Insurance? Malpractice?

Or are you just here to spoil our day?

- I'm dying. - Horse shit.

Alex.

- My kidneys are shot. My liver, my pancreas too.

And I'm in pain.

- Everyone's in pain. - Well, this is a pain

that I find that I can no longer endure.

Where's Mom?

Your mother has chosen to...

recuse herself from the situation.

She finds this whole thing a bit unpalatable.

- So, we're supposed to take care of you?

Unpalatable?

- It's fine. It's all taken care of.

I've made certain arrangements.

I'll be euthanizing myself this evening.

So, Valerie, did you have a nice birthday?

- What the fuck, Alex? What the fuck?

She just left?

- He did everything. Terminal diagnosis,

mental health screening, multiple witnesses.

I mean, he already called in the prescription.

We can't indulge this, right?

I mean, we can't.

No, no.

Not in my house. - What?

- Either his ghost ends up haunting me,

or I have to disclose his death when I sell this place.

Unemployment is surprisingly expensive.

Oh, thanks.

You're welcome.

So, are you ready?

For what?

The great unknown.

- When it's your time, it's your time.

- You're gonna miss the end of the "Transformers" franchise.

- Well, maybe you could come to my grave

and tell me how things work out.

- I bet some robots kill some other robots.

Ah.

What's on your mind?

- I was actually... prepared for a death.

I just didn't think it would be yours.

- Really? Who'd you think was gonna be dying?

My boyfriend.

Or... this guy.

I don't know.

- So, I take it he's still alive.

That he is.

- You don't seem all that pleased about that.

I am.

I think I am.

I don't know. It's confusing.

Yeah.

Everything's kind of confusing at your age.

When does it all make sense?

It doesn't.

Eventually, you just sort of come to accept that.

And then the lights turn off.

So, how does this work?

I mean, once you're ready, you pop a couple pills,

and sayonara?

Off to the great unknown.

- Is there anything I can do to help?

- Actually, there is something you could do for me.

It's a small gathering.

Four, five people, max, in a private room.

No. No special menu.

You have wheelchair access, correct?

We're euthanizing my father, and he's confined to a gurney.

He's a larger man, so doorways are a bit of a concern.

Can't or won't?

Asshole.

Oh, thank God. You would not believe

the morning I've had.

Hey, you don't own your place, right?

- What? - Your apartment.

Do you rent or own? - I rent.

- Good. I might need to borrow it for a few hours later.

And that ramp that leads up to the back door...

Is that street-accessible?

Hi, Leon.

Dad, where's Mom?

- Like I said, she's recused herself from the situation.

Right. Where is she?

- She's with her friend Dolly in Ojai.

- Do not move him. Do not let him die.

He stays here... alive... Until I get back with Mom.

Val, wait.

Your car's at Chili's.

Yep.

You ever feel like

if we're overwhelmed by ways to fix heartburn,

we'll be too distracted to realize

that the major things in life are mostly

out of our control?

Go with the TUMS. They taste like chalk candy.

Next.

- Hi. I'm picking up a prescription.

Charles Cole.

- Your name? - Laura Meyers.

ID?

You're 17.

- So I'm told. - I can't release this

to anyone under 18.

- But my name is listed for pickup.

- Still, I can't release this to a minor.

It's dangerous.

Ugh. Fine.

What aisle is the Drano?

Do you remember when we met?

Yep. Um... I do.

In that little bar.

So, earlier that day,

I was with my husband and our lawyers,

and he said that I was cold and that I always be alone.

- Oh. I, uh... I see. - Yeah.

And I've been trying to get those words out of my head

for a very long time.

Any luck?

- You know, life was easier when I was married.

It just was ordinary.

I...I liked ordinary.

- Then why have you stayed with Alex for so long?

- Oh. Well, we have a...

we have a complicated symbiosis.

Do you have siblings?

- I do. - Do you love them?

Very much.

- Well, that's what makes it so hard.

It's right up here on the right.

Sure.

All right.

Alex?

Alex!

Yeah?

Can we talk?

About what?

Anything you'd like.

Okay.

Do you know anything about the 1990s Chicago Bulls?

I do not.

That's too bad.

There's a good biography on Toni Kukoc.

I'd give you a copy, but...

Hand me my bag over there.

I was thinking...

that maybe you might want to have this.

- How about I just turn on some music?

All right.