Mr. Roosevelt Page #2

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- That's funny.

Uh-huh.

[More sighs]

Woah!

What are you doing?

I'm just gonna tweet it out.

- Dude, I'm...

- I know.

See, I didn't want

to mess up the joke.

I'm putting it away.

Hey, Emily, I'm okay...

We're okay?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, we're okay.

[Mobile buzzing]

What? Seriously?

No, that's not my phone.

Oh, f***. Give me a minute.

[Message tone]

Oh, sh*t.

It's my ex, I'm sorry.

We haven't talked for a while.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, I'm sorry

I didn't answer earlier

I was swamped all day,

is everything okay?

Oh my God.

Oh...

Oh my God, oh my God.

Ahhh...

How long does he have?

Oh, no!

Oh my God.

[Theme music comes up]

[Announcements on

PA system in airport]

- Hi, let me help you here.

- No. I got it.

I've got plenty

of room back here,

- Come on, it's no problem.

- I want to hold on to my bag.

- You sure?

- Yes.

Okay, go ahead

and get in the car.

Right there.

My name is Ida.

(Singing)

Ida, Sweet as apple cider...

Welcome to Austin!

[Theme music comes up softly]

I hope you enjoy the trip.

Is it business or pleasure?

Neither.

I'm a pretty good driver

most of the time.

[Laughing]

I hope you give me five stars.

It would be helpful. Oops!

[Car hits pothole]

Oops.

[Theme music comes up softly]

[Theme music fades out]

- Hi.

- How can I help you?

I'm here to see a patient,

Mr. Roosevelt.

And you are...?

I'm his...

He's my cat.

I'll let the vet

know you're here.

[Sound of pens falling on floor]

Have a seat.

Hey.

You look great.

Thank you.

You look...

very thin.

So what happened?

He hasn't been eating

for a week.

Why didn't you call me earlier?

I didn't want to bother you.

The vet says that...

it's kidney failure.

Hello.

Hello.

This is Celeste.

My girlfriend.

Your girlfriend?

I didn't know you had a...

It's so nice to meet you.

I'm Emily.

You've probably heard

a lot about me.

Not much, actually.

Well...

Thank you for being here.

I know that he was my cat,

but Mr. Roosevelt

meant a lot to Eric.

Yeah.

Yeah, he means a lot to me too.

Celeste and I live together.

In our...?

In my house.

That's so nice.

[Sound of sliding door]

So we put him on fluids,

and he perked up quite a bit.

And then he took a turn

for the worst.

Worse.

Worst.

Which is it, turn for the worse?

I never know.

Turn for the worse...

Right.

Anyway...

I'm sorry.

He passed away.

[Sound of Celeste crying]

Who'll be handling

the medical paperwork?

The cremation process can take

24 to 48 hours,

depending on the backlog.

Can I see him...?

Before?

Of course.

Have you decided on an urn?

I'll take the second cheapest.

[Sound of door opening]

Oh...

Um...

I guess I'll call you

when he's done.

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