Youth in Oregon Page #3

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Shh, shh, Colt,

grandpa's talking.

- Oh, all right.

- What is it, daddy?

- Oh, sh*t.

- Did you forget your glasses?

- I left them at the house.

- Oh, honey, i...

- No, no never mind, never mind.

- I can read it...

- It's okay.

- Okay.

Estelle, you know I love you.

I love you very much.

Oh...

I love everybody

at this table very much.

Well, not you.

I don't know you.

I've been on this earth

for 80 years.

And if I do say so myself,

I've been a very fortunate guy.

I... I made something

of my life.

I made something.

I made something for myself.

We're here tonight

to celebrate my life.

You just get one shot at this,

you know.

I think you just gotta take

the bad with the good.

And, uh...

I've become a burden

to this family.

Oh, daddy, no, you're not.

And I've become

a burden to myself.

And one way or another,

I think that's gotta end.

So, with that in mind

and after giving this

a lot of thought...

I would like to make

an announcement.

I want to die.

- What?

- Jeez, dad, stop it!

It's my birthday, honey.

I can say what I want.

Go on, honey.

Would you pass the bread please?

- I'm going back to Oregon.

- No, you're not.

What's in Oregon?

We raised Annie's mother

and her uncle Danny there.

- It's a cold place.

- They have laws there

for people like me

who want to take their own life

in their own way

and on their own terms.

What do you mean, like suicide?

No, honey,

they don't see it that way.

The amuse-bouche this evening

is beef carpaccio.

Outstanding.

Thank you very much.

Your favorite, daddy.

Sit down.

So, Raymond, do you plan

on flying out there?

No, I don't, Estelle, I thought

maybe you would drive me.

Raymond refuses to fly,

and unfortunately,

I'm unable to drive

at the moment.

We're an adventurous pair.

I have an appointment there

next week

with a specialist in this field.

- Come on, he's not serious.

- I'm serious.

I hired a driver.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Happy birthday, ray.

You're not even sick!

Katherine, I'm ready to go.

You know what,

if you were ready to go,

- you would have gone already.

- We sold the house.

Everything else goes to Estelle.

She can have another life

after this.

Does she have a say in this?

Apparently not.

I don't want to live here

anymore.

And I certainly don't

want to live

in Brian's retirement home.

It's a living community.

It's a dying community.

And you want us out of here

as much as I want to go.

What do you want me to do,

honey?

Wait until I'm in pain

every single day?

Dad, don't say that.

Or get a stroke

and I'm crippled?

Just stop it.

I don't want to be told

how to live my life!

Okay, then...

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