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It's open.
Ms. Everette, why didn't your father tell anyone he could walk?
Matter of turning one knob.
I am 98 years old
-What was that? -What was what?
You're both trained observers, are you not?
A murder's gonna happen. Why not stop it?
...but if your father could walk--
How do you wanna handle this?
Thousands of them. What to do, where to go, who to see, what to eat.
-Well? -Well, what?
I'm supposed to die.
Well, can't do that, David. I can't let you do that.
I'm here to see Mr. Everette. Has anyone come to see him tonight?
-A weekend? -Yeah, a weekend, you remember.
...that you can go out, drink like a fish, get no sleep...
Oh.
You don't write or call when you're underground.
I'd like to, lieutenant.
...1s used up to prolong my pain.
That he'd seen one too many birthdays.
...I have an 88-year-old father...
...he will leave.
And you show up looking like a landfill!
-That you feel this need. -Could you be more specific?
...who wanted to die, got up, walked over to that machine...
She saw him walk from his dresser to his bed and climb in by himself.
...but you don't write while you're down there.
Vegas.
...I can live another three or four years.
It's a noble thing to prolong life.
I know you said all that.
Here mostly.
Had an early morning appointment with you...
Please, Ms. Hayes, I am not interested in slippers.
Okay. All right.
Nothing about the garage.
-I don't understand. -There's nothing to understand.
What this man wants to do is euthanasia.