The Time Being Page #4

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Hi, Winona.

I have a son just about your age.

What's his name?

Marco.

Did you say Edelman?

I did.

Any relation to the

painter Wim Edelman?

He was my father.

I'm sorry.

When did you say he died?

I didn't.

But it was '73.

Hello, Daniel.

Can I see him?

Well, Daniel.

You have the footage I asked for?

I'm Sarah Edelman.

This is my daughter, Winona.

Hi, Winona.

I have a son just about your age.

What's his name?

Marco.

I know you're Wim Edelman.

Daniel, these matters

do not concern you.

Sarah is your daughter?

What did you tell her?

I didn't say anything.

Look.

How dare you?

How dare you

do this to me?

Oh!

Anjelica!

Are you okay?

He doesn't want radiation

or chemotherapy.

This is what he wants.

Understand?

His breathing is fine now.

He didn't aspirate.

Daniel.

Daniel.

What are you doing here?

My intention was not to upset you.

Your intention means

absolutely nothing to me.

Where's Anjelica?

I don't know.

You don't know anything about me.

My life.

I will not tolerate

you doing anything

about the little bit

that you do know.

Wim, I won't say anything.

You call me Warner

and nothing else.

Okay.

Okay.

Go take a shower.

There's a room down the hall.

Eat something.

All the things that

give you pleasure

eventually go.

You should leave here.

Go home.

I have nothing to go home to.

My wife left me.

Oh.

What about your son?

He's with her.

Well, then you've got nothing to

distract you from your work, do you?

Why don't we go outside?

When my daughter was five

I abandoned her and her mother.

Just got on a boat

and never came back.

I couldn't provide for my family.

It was an act of generosity

to leave them.

Generosity?

My work was more

valuable after I died.

You left for yourself.

Not for your family.

You know, I don't

feel like I exist

if I'm not painting.

I don't want to feel

guilty about that.

I don't want to feel like somehow

I'm letting somebody else down,

like I was put on

this planet to provide.

You won't have any choice,

and I'm gonna die alone.

I'm perfectly willing

to pay this price.

Hi, it's Olivia.

Leave a message. Thank you.

I saw your paintings.

Your daughter and your

granddaughter have to see them.

No. No one's ever going

to see those paintings.

I made them for myself.

They know I'm dead.

I can bring them here.

It's too late. I've lived

this selfish life, Daniel.

I thought I might be like you...

But I'm not.

I need my family.

Good.

Because there's something

worse than losing them,

not being able to remember them.

Is there anything I can do?

He lived through his paintings.

He said you were right.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi, Annette.

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