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♪Music plays♪ "A Perfect Life" by Moby, with Wayne Coyne
♪Oh we close our eyes♪
♪The Perfect Life♪
♪Life, is all we need.♪
♪(instrumental with chorus)♪ ♪(Ooooh, ooooh, yeah) (Ooooh, ooooh, yeah)♪
♪You open up when you had me in your hands ♪
♪Slipping far away with the world at your command♪
♪You sing me to sleep? You hit me awake♪
♪It's a perfect life. perfect life♪
♪I only want to be here.♪
♪when you're by my side.♪
♪Oh I believe now. I'll love you 'til I die♪
♪You will sing me to sleep You will hit me awake♪
♪In the perfect life perfect life♪ [music fades] [sounds of a busy ER]
I can't remember.
(O.S.) Ask him if he's been to Africa.
Intercom: "Security to the ER"
I haven't been to Africa. It's not ebola.
(O.S.) Get his piss.
(O.S.) What street drugs are you on, sir?
(O.S) Sir, I'm gonna need a urine sample.
How? I'm soaked.
(O.S.) You need to calm down, sir.
I know what's happening. I know what's going on.
(O.S) Yeah, and what is it, sir?
This just happens. I can't drink.
(O.S) Did you drink alcohol?
No, I can't. I don't.
(O.S) What happens when you drink John?
I pass out. I can't. I don't.
(O.S) This sweat. What drugs? Do you like cocaine?
Yeah, I sure do, but I'm not on it.
Just weed. (O.S) What? (O.S)Cannabis. Yeah it helps.
Prep him for an x-ray.
(increased vomiting) (heaving)
Call surgery.
(vomiting)
(The dark nothingness of surgery.)
(Sound of a cutting scalpel. "SHINK!")
[Music by SOLANO] ♪I hear you, but I don't see you♪
♪As a matter of fact, I don't see nobody.♪
(O.S.) Is he awake? Yes, he is awake.
John? John. Hi, John, I'm your nurse
Nurse Esmeralda.
You've had surgery. Do you remember consenting?
(O.S) Sounds like something I'd do.
You did consent, when you were conscious for a second.
They took an irregularity out of your bowel.
Careful moving. If it hurts push that button and
let me know, okay? I'll be back around in a bit.
[Country music plays] [paper gown rustles]
H,i I'm Sue. I'm with the State health care
program, and we think you might qualify
and that means that you will have
insurance, and you'll be able to get your own regular doctor.
Right, well, uhh...
I assure you I am poor.
I just need to answer some personal questions.
I'll be an honest statistic.
Your first name it is John?
Yep, John Coates. 24-years old. 57 bucks in my pocket,
no assets, and that doesn't mean I'm stupid or anything.
Hey, no one was implying that.
Well you know in other countries they don't have these types of things
I had a car. I couldn't afford the repairs.
I was trying to get this job for awhile...
next thing I know, I'm looking at a black garbage can
puking my guts out.
Hey, it's fine you don't have to justify anything.
I'm sorry uh, I'm having really bad anxiety, right now.
Really now, you know, we just to know the real situation.
Millions are in the same situation as you.
That's why we have this program and all
I need you to do, if you could, is please sign this and we'll go ahead
and get you enrolled. Right here. Right here, buddy.
Cool. Third ambulance ride this week.
But it was the first time you were admitted, right?
Yeah. What is this pain? [cries out]
John, I'm sorry. but it's good to meet you. You're gonna get something in the mail,
and you just have to go ahead and answer a few more questions on that. Good luck, John.
Unscripted: Please just get me my fucking nurse!
Feel better.
(Heart monitor beats rapidly.)
Nurse... Nurse Esmeralda! Please!! Knock me out! I know you can!
Can I please have some vomit meds?
I'm sorry, I can't give you any meds right now, because you're heart-rate is up.
Because my heart rate is up, you're gonna take me off of everything?
I can give you some dilaudid every eight hours.
Are those the meds for the pain? Yes.
Try to relax, you're sweating.
John, listen, breathe slowly.
Picture yourself by the shore of the ocean.
The waves rolling up the sand, and sliding away.
Breathe like the wave moves. Be calm.
Try to sleep, baby. Let me know if you need anything.
Can you please give me something?
No, I can't. Please try to relax.
[Celestial Choir Music]
[Sounds of a knife, sliding across concrete.
A baby screeches.]
Who the the hell are you?
(Paper rustling)
I'm your surgeon.
I'm just here touching your distention.
Here's your bag.
[CHING!]
I'll get your nurse.
[Rap Music by SOLANO]
Dope?
The real deal too.
Yeah? Shoot me up.
One in your bum. Your going to feel a little pinch.
OW!
Sorry baby, I decided to give you
hydromorphone. A lot of people don't get
nauseous on it, when they do on the morphine
It's good. It's new. It comes in 32 flavors all of which make you feel (distorted) like a fuzzy wuzzy kitten.
Was that it? Because I'm starting to feel like the bed's sinking in.
I feel like I'm on a cloud with a bunch of different
"Care Bears."
Yes, pookie, the venom works quick. Wanna watch TV?
Just rest. You'll probably sleep.
Will you be here when I wake up? Thank you.
I'll be back tomorrow night if I'm not here tonight.
Thank you for your kindness, and the feelings.
Whoo-ey!!
[white noise]
"[doot-ie-doot] [doot-ie-doot]"
?[doot-ie-doot]?
Music: "The Perfect Life"
The nurse told me you are in a bit of pain.
I'm actually in a lot of pain.
Where's the damn surgeon?
We are waiting on him.
We can't do anything until he signs you over to the hospital staff.
You gotta get him to do it.
We got him to give you something for the acid, at least.
Thank you.
What's your name nurse?
I'm Nurse Amber.
I'm so sorry you are in pain.
But, we can do what we can. And, we'll try to get him to sign off.
Just see if you can get him to knock me out.
Please. [sound sabotage]
How long has this been going on?
I don't know, like 2 days, or something?
The surgeon is trying to figure out what is wrong with you.
I don't even want him to treat me.
He doesn't know what he's doing.
I'll just try to stay calm.
That's what I'm doing right now. Just trying to stay CALM!
Yes, that's the best. The best. Yeah.
That's it.
And we will give you what we can.
Thank you so much, Nurse Amber. It means a lot.
Your voice is one of the most comforting things I've ever heard.
(O.S.)Thank you...
I'll check back on you later. Maybe a little T.V.
maybe I can even find like a snow-falling channel,
or a leaf-floating-down-a-river network.
Yeah. Float down to the lazy river,
with a pretty girl.
[footsteps walking away]
[Intense Music]
So, you're Crete. Yes.
You didn't tell me that last time. I had to have one of the other nurses tell me.
I'm sorry. I'm just trying to figure out what's up with you.
What?!?!
Why are you reacting like this?
You're blaming me? Right now?! For my body being in this state?!?!
Why are you getting so excited?
I'm not my body is.
I'm just not very good with internal medicine, at all.
Sign me over to the other hospital doctor. Right now!
[medical jacket rips]
Now!
[a reel-to-reel projector is heard] [a countdown beeping on every number]
This is it.
Oh my god, your I-V! You're I-V. I'll fix it.
Thanks for coming back.
What's up with that surgeon?
I think I reached at him, or swung at him, or something, the last time I saw him.
You're signed over. Don't worry.
Zim. Doc Zim. He is going to be your doctor.
Yes, and he has prescribed antacids, anti- anxiety, antibiotics, and anti-nausea stuff.
John: Dilaudid? Have you been hospitalized before?
Yeah.
Yes?
On the bright side, I'm sure you'll be so beautiful when I wake up.
You know, this is my last night here.
Really?
Really. You are one of the last six patients.
And this, is for the pain too.
Wow, such an honor. Thank you so much.
[Theme Music]
I bet you can't believe me but I'll never forget you, John.
[Snoring] John? ... John?
There's so much you can learn about me, John, but it's too much trouble.
[Disney-esque music plays]
You know? [snores continue]
I'm going to take a picture of you with my cell. [picture snaps]
I'm going to masturbate to you tonight, John.
[pic snaps] Is that your phone?
Yes.
Take a picture of me.
Sure. [snap, snap]
Take one more.
Yes.
Get a little closer. [snap, snap, snap]
Wow! You should materbate to that... [snores]
[Theme Music, "The Perfect Life"]
Oh my God, trippiest last night story ever.
I'll never forget you John. [fireworks explode] [crackling fire]
[chimes]
(O.S) John! You look much better than the last time I saw you.
(O.S.) I'm the hospital doctor, Zim. How are you feeling?
[Happy jazz music by Moby]
Well, I'm not trying to breathe through rivers of
my own vomit. So much improved.
[laughs] This is very good!
Yeah my sense of humor has finally come back.
Kinda creeped me out when it just disappeared out of nowhere.
You like to be happy.
Oh yes the body will begin to subdue what is not necessary for survival.
How is your sex drive?
Well, I'm pretty disappointed you aren't my nurse.
This is wonderful!
Then good, then good. Maybe you had an infection.
sounds small but feels like death.
And then the anxiety from the strain on your body. Yeah?
Do you know the doctor who did the operation on me?
No, sorry, he is not with the hospital directly. He was trying to help.
Well, he didn't help. He couldn't. He allowed his pride to get in the way.
Yes.
Okay, I will send you with reserve of
everything you are one now, besides the antibiotics.
When that bag is done, you're done on that.
Then hopefully we can get you out the door.
Arg, my chest. My chest hurts really bad.
Your heart has been beating very fast for a long time.
It's tired. The tachycardia may have damaged your heart.
So in the future keep an eye on it.
So, I'm out of here. I guess it's good to stay away from sick people if you're trying to get better.
Exacto, John.
Okay. I'll get you set up. Glad you are feeling better!
Very happy.
Doctor?
Yes?
Thank you. Thank you for your compassion.
[Boom!]
[marker writes] [masking tape peels]
[Music like Billy Idol]
[Thud!]
[boot scrapes]
[ambulance sirens]
Hey, I'm Jill, buddy.
I'm trying to get an IV in you. You're pretty dehydrated.
I've got your ID and insurance card.
Usually emergency trips are covered under insurance.
Are you taking me to the hospital or what?
We can take you to the Sacred Heart hospital or to the HealthCo.
I need a bag! [vomits]
(O.S.) Where are we going?
I don't know. Where are we headed, chief?
Not HealthCo. Shit. I'm sweating like crazy!
Sacred Heart, Jack.
Oh shit, baby, I can't get you stuck. Your veins are clamping around the needle.
My body's trying not to bleed to death.
[hyper-ventilating] Do you know what anxiety is?
Yes.
It makes you breathe fast.
Really, I know, it's just I need to be reminded during these...
Dammit, I wish I could get this needle in you. This has happened to you before?
Yes. The anxiety, from the vomitting, that won't stop!
I get dehydrated so fast, which drives the anxiety, my BP, and my everything.
I'm going to have to let the hospital get you. I'm tearing you up.
Your vein burst. Shit!
Here brother hold your arm down. Let's see if we can't get you gravity-flow.
One more try I want to get you. Sorry. Shit. OK. Yes!
Got it!
Damn you were the hardest ever.
Oh cold. I feel it. Thanks for not giving-up on me.
Just these liquids are going to start to making you feel better. Try to relax.
Alright , amigo, so last time this happened you took an ambulance?
Yes.
You know what people will do? They will call an ambulance
and just to get a ride to the hospital, to get a prescription filled.
I'd say that's a bit abusive on the system.
Theoretically, Obama-lama's program should
prevent that with regular doctor visits.
I've learned too much about Healthcare.
Whoa, so it's good you think?
Everybody's benefits increased, more people got covered,
I got covered. It's private companies and doctors making money.
Better money spent on healthcare than bullets, baby.
I love the conversations I have on the doorway of serious reality and delusions.
I think I'm doing a little better.
You look it. Sound it too.
John: You got my mind off me.
That helps.
All right, gonna get you to the ER.
Oh buddy, what the hell?
(O.S.) It came back, and it's worse.
[woodwind music]
[flutes]
[vomiting]
[spits liquid]
Oh God. Oh God.
Oh, my head.
My stomach.
[groans]
[rhythmic bells]
How many times have you vomited today?
Vomited? I don't know, like 50. I can't stop.
(O.S.) This has happened before?
[yawn]
Yeah, I've been feeling really nauseous lately.
I can't even eat sometimes I can't even eat for weeks.
The doctor says we need a urine sample.
I'm just feeling really dizzy right now.
Can't it wait? Can you at least give me something?
I'm really dried out.
[acoustic guitar music]
You're pretty tired, yeah?
Yeah, just give me like some saline or anything.
Well, at least you're admitted now, so I'm going to put
this oxygen on you you. Take some deep breaths.
In through your nose.
You need to stay awake though so talk to me
(O.S) I've got your colostomy bag.
I'm gonna come back with some fluids for you.
You perked up a bit.
John: Sure it's not the promise the IV?
Nurse Sherie has a reputation of perking up her patients.
She just smiles when I asked her secret.
I can get your personal information downstairs.
Do they have it?
It says, you gave permission to gather information from your wallet.
I can't really remember, but I probably did. Okay.
Look at all the track marks on your arm.
They should try on your hand.
Thanks.
All right you're gonna feel a little pinch.
I know...Ow!
Don't worry, you're gonna feel better soon..
Goddamn.
[Music fades]
I know I have to know it.
I have to know I'm fine, because if I can't stop this
then how am I going to stop my heart?
That's good, because we're really trying to avoid it stopping.
Use your eyes.
What's in front of you?
Well I'm more interested in who's beside me.
That's right. The nurses are going to take good care of you.
I'm going to take good care of you, and get you feeling real good.
Well at least I have something to vomit now.
I bet you say that to all the girls.
Nope, only the special ones. The ones that try hard.
All right. I'm gonna go get some ice chips, but you have to use them sparingly.
Use them only to wipe your mouth.
Okay, will do.
If you start to worry, if you notice that your brow begins to furrow.
and your shoulders get a bit tight,
and your breathing gets faster and faster.
Remember this, remember these lips warm and lush and pressing into you.
Whoa. I felt that.
The IV must be working now.
Well we do have evidence of your hydration.
My IV is dripping pretty heavily.
I bet the nurses love taking care of you.
Nurses are good medicine. You know I could take two and call you in the morning.
Oh good. A joke too.
["NYC Girl" by SOLANO fades]
[heavy piano music]
Hi! (O.S) Hi.
Now I'm here as your spiritual advisor.
Oh right on.
A lot of folks here are Baptist.
I just make the rounds to make sure that everyone has their spiritual needs met.
Right on.
What religion are you, dear?
What religion are you dear?
Funny story, I, uh, I grew-up Catholic
but, uh, I'm actually a Buddhist.
That's quite a switch!
[ad lib] Yeah, it's like my spirit travels through time.
Well, ours too.
Do you go to a temple or something?
Nope, never been. Don't plan on it either.
[pensive music]
Going to heaven, you know, is the most
important thing in your life.
What's your name?
Ert...uh uh,
Not you. You. What's your name?
Melissa.
(That's her real name, not the character's.)
In real life, I would have closed the door by now, Ert.
But you guys take care, and I really appreciate the thought. Coming on by and all that.
Thank you.
Oh and don't let the scrim strangle you on the way out,
you bitch.
[Music tinkles in]
Do you have any family members that we can notify?
I just prefer to be alone in the hospital.
Don't worry about them seeing you ugly.
Everyone they've ever loved they're gonna see ugly.
It's not that, I don't. I don't think it's ugly.
I'm glad, handsome.
I just don't know how much they can really do.
Okay well there are some options,
but first I'll get you a pen and some paper too,
to at least give you something to do.
I see your cramping's better.
We're all wise when we float down from the source.
When there's nothing left to give
and when we just end up giving the strength
to other people to be themselves.
...themselves.
Maybe I'll write down a poem. Those which are made in the deep,
where you don't need a lot of thoughts,
just beautiful ones,
[Club music]
[writing]
My heart holds the rampant beat.
["Alright"]
Ask for what helps and I'm an addict.
["Alright"]
Doctors afraid to pay? Just children, more afraid to lie today.
What's more organic than vomit?
{"Alright"]
and what's more common than mud?
{"Alright"]
Isn't my test to take what is disgusting
and make it more beautiful.
Beautiful.
[Special Thanks to SOLANO]
[bed rattles violently]
Hey, what's going on?
We're getting you prepped you for surgery.
Sugery? What???
Orderly: He's been given Reglan twice.
You've got a fluttering heart valve.
I mean we just want to scope it.
What??? No I do not consent for surgery.
There's nothing wrong with my heart.
Look, yes there is. You've got a very bad
mardio...cardiovascular problem, right now.
If we don't go in there and scope it, we don't get the surgeon to look, and...
TOM, WE CAN'T PROCEED HERE.
I'm telling you, there's nothing wrong with my heart.
I don't have time to waste my time on a drug addict.
It's you who makes the choice:
Do you want to live or do you want to die?
He just means, he's done with the case.
[Breezy music]
Isn't he 'sposed to be here?
We're not supposed to be here.
Why Sean, because he didn't tell anybody?
Because he needs to be away from what family members feel about family members.
He said that?
Yes, he did say that.
Well, maybe he's got a point.
What do you mean, Aston?
Look at the general disdain we had.
It was a predisposition before we walked-in the door.
People don't criticize other people
because they don't know where they came from.
Nuh-uh. Family members psychologically
rip each other to shreds. To keep the pack together.
They take the knowledge of where someone comes from
and they use it as a weapon to keep an
arrested idea of them in check.
Man, you're trip'n.
I am expanding and you just used a hippie-word and made it
prejudiced against me.
That's a wall, Sean. That's a wall.
I'll put my put my plaques up on that wall.
I know and no one's gonna read them, because educationalism is dying,
like parentalism.
I just hope he doesn't call me "Seen."
Well, it was your mother's cruel decision
to spell your name that way "seeeeen."
Huh! Hrmph...
Yes, my opinion doesn't affect you, huh? "Hmm," indeed.
What should we do with this?
Let's put it on the rolly-table.
We should write a letter.
There's something already written on it.
(O.S.) What's it say?
Some more of his psycho shit.
Just rip a piece off. [rip]
"Your cousin's love you!"
"Hashtag, cousins for life!"
"Aston and Sean!"
[Music]
"I do not condone this mushy stuff."
"Get better, or else!"
Sounds good to me.
And just like that we've destroyed property, like it didn't even matter...
Something we never assumed, and wouldn't do to a stranger.
Shut up.
I guess he could be hours.
Exactly what I thinking, "Shut up. I guess he could be hours."
[laughter]
Familiarity breeds contempt, right?
Only if you take the first feeling from the first pothole,
if pride is all you're using,
then yeah, but the heart can be lighter than the pothole.
You're saying, I use pride to justify the first feeling?
Spot on.
And there's just other emotions I should just wait and feel,
and I shouldn't have any pride in them?
Sound like "The Way" to do it.
See, yeah, I can understand what you're saying,
and I can choose not to.
Nyah, I'm moving...to West Philadelphia.
I know a blonde girl out there and a redhead too,
but apparently there's a lot of driving jobs out there,
and I've got $2500. So...
So when? Are you going permanently?
Are you even gonna be back for Christmas?
I can answer one of those questions, and it's middle of next month.
And everything is off in the great beyond?
I don't mind.
You have bigger rocks than me. HA!
You'll forget that you noticed that.
No I won't, you prick! I'm proud of my cousin.
[sounds of rain]
I brag about you all the time.
Just keep it positive.
Professionalism demands it in America. It's kinda great, honestly.
You ready?
Pooor guy's probably got a tube up this butt, or something.
The odds have been having a a tube up his butt are...
...pretty goddamn good! Let's get out'a here.
[scribbling]
[hospital machines beep and hum] [a pen writes]
[scribbles]
["GONG!]
[knife "SHINK!"]
[GONG!]
What are we doing here, John?
You're not vomiting anymore.
But only because you're masking it with the Reglan.
Fine. You're not vomiting anymore because of the Reglan.
But it is what is working
even though we don't know what is causing this.
It's making you feel better.
It's regulating your bowel.
[running footsteps approaching]
Yes, nurse, can help you?
Did you run here?
Yeah, this is my boyfriend. My car wouldn't start this morning.
Are you on duty, nurse?
No, I have interest in this patient.
I want this man out of here. Who is this?
Please, sir, this is a private room Hospital, and nurse...
I want her to stay but, you gotta leave.
Sir, please.
[shuffle]
[step]
[heavy step]
Sir! Please!
[shuffle]
[music rises with "NYC Girl"]
Well, we'll give you a year's worth of refills so you are covered,
so we don't have to see you again.
Reglan is known to cause facial seizures.
If we could subdue what is causing this
maybe the area can help relax and heal by itself.
The human body is an amazing thing.
Maybe trying something weaker...
I heard when you're brought in it looked like you're going to die.
How will I know when the attack's gonna come and go?
I don't want this to happen to you again.
And the anxiety?
Why don't you ask your nurses? Her.
She seems to think that you need anxiety medication too.
I don't want this to happen to you again.
Sir, I won't pussyfoot around with you.
You give anxiety to yourself.
You do have a heart condition...
...and it's all going to end with a needle like this
shoved in to your sternum
and raw adrenaline being injected into your dead heart.
[A child cries out for Innocence.]
Get out! You're not on this case anymore.
We're not supposed to F.U.C.K. the patients, young lady.
Oh yeah? Only the one you hire, right ?
Only when you call the shots right, pussy?
Oh my God! Call 911! Stabbing! CALL 911!
Oh God, you are not okay!
See I have an interest in helping people.
I have first hand experience I was actually a patient.
So you don't actually have any direct training?
You never really cared of the elderly?
Not technically, but, then again, everybody poops.
You know, everybody's gotta clean-up their poop. So...
Sir, you have no experience.
I don't know; I mean, where am I supposed to get training?
[phone rings]
Well there are programs.
Yeah, but you don't know.
Sir. I do not need to know. You have to know.
We're gonna keep your resume on file.
[phone rings]
Yeah sure, might as well.
Our database, it does show, it's gonna show it.
So, really, it's okay.
[heavy footsteps approach]
You stone cold bitch!
No! No! Please! My mother depends on me! Help!
[muffled struggle]
[stab into guts]
No! No, not you!
No, not you...
[thud]
"Not anybody."
[footsteps running away]
Oh my God! Call 911!! Stabbing!! Call 911!
Oh my god. You are not okay! You are not okay.
Call 911!!!
[beep, beep, beep]
[the sound of water rushing through pipes]
[the hum of magnets and radiation]
Good afternoon, how goes it?
Well, I missed my duel today, but I guess I'm alright.
I'm sorry you're missed your duel today.
I could have died.
Has he shown any signs of consciousness today?
No nothing, but Nurse Sarah, he does have a boner.
Signs of life in there.
Be back in a few.
Oh! Here comes the doctor.
Oh, perfect.
Oh hello.
Hi.
Are you his wife?
More like his keeper.
Ah. The facial tremors appear reduced.
Long-term use of the Reglan, well these
dopamine antagonists can block
communication with certain dopamine receptors
which can cause this tardive dyskinesia.
[sledge hammer on concrete]
Not a lot is known about it.
[sledge hammer on concrete]
Hmm, well, he'd like the advancement.
[pulls on rubber gloves]
I'm forced to say, your positive attitude is refreshing to experience.
I guess it's my youth keeping me positive.
John has this saying, that, a person could keep their heart open for their entire life.
Then love would be everywhere you turned.
Right? That's why, for us, it's not a story.
[glove snaps]
♪We close our eyes...♪
See here on the other side of his head,
we cut the tumor out from there.
♪Life is all we need♪
Oh, looks bad.
No, it's not. Hair will cover it up.
It a good thing you got back into the emergency room now
to the doctors with the right suspicions. Am I right?
(O.S.) Of course.
No brain, no pain, huh, doc?
Oh there's no pain in the brain but I get you.
If the cancer returns, you won't be able to feel it.
Not like the knife, huh doc?
The knife that saved the life.
Got you back to the emergency room and the doctors with the right suspicions.
Yeah, I guess, I mean, just have to go back to the HR department.
I'll probably just start vomiting again.
Come back here if it does return.
[Music]
Mmmm, I could eat.
I'll go get the food!
[footsteps walking away]
Do we need to stick to the dialogue this much?
Music rises "A Perfect Life" by Moby, with Wayne Coyne