Paired

Season Three Finale: The Beginning's End

Episode Summary

Connection has been - reestablished. . . . . . CW: Hospitals, mortality, character death

Episode Notes

Thank you for listening to the finale of Paired Season Three! 

We'll be back with Season Four after a nice long snooze cycle. In the meantime, make sure to leave us a review if you're enjoying the show - it really does help other listeners discover Paired! And keep an eye out for some very special episodes in the coming weeks on the Paired feed!

Creator/Writer/Producer/'Patient' - Liz Anderson

Editor/Composer - MJ

Cover Art - Adrian Theuma

Theme Music - Arne Parrot

Dr. Toretto - Sarah Shockey

Nurse - Stephen Kropa

Stephen Kropa is an actor, writer, and comedian living in Los Angeles. A journeyman of the TTRPG Podcast world he has appeared on countless programs such as NeoSum, AutoNomic, and multiple episodes of the OneShot Podcast Network.  He can currently be heard on the audio drama Blake Skye: Private Eye. For updates and to find out more please follow him on Twitter @KropaCabana. 


 

Episode Transcription

PAIRED S3 FINALE

AWKWARD SILENCE. WE HEAR THE SOUND OF DR. TORETTO MAKING

NOISES OF EFFORT.

 

DR. TORETTO

 

C’mon. C’mon Pairy. Where are you?

 

BEAT.

 

DR. TORETTO (CONT’D)

I know you’re in there. You can’t

cycle for two weeks straight, it’s not

GOOD for you. Or it might be great for

you! I don’t know! Whatever! You owe

me a report!

 

BEAT.

 

DR. TORETTO (CONT’D)

 

Hope everything’s ok.

 

WE HEAR THE SOUND OF STATIC, FIRST INTENSE, THEN SLOWLY

TURNING INTO MORE OF A BACKGROUND SOUND, LIKE A TV THAT’S

BEEN ON TOO LONG. UNDERNEATH, THE SOUND OF FEET WALKING

THROUGH A FOREST.

THE FOREST FOOTFALLS FADE INTO THE SOUND OF SOFT FEET WALKING

IN A LINOLEUM HALLWAY. A DOORWAY OPENS, AND WE ENTER A SPACE

FULL OF SOFT CHATTER AND WARM NOISES. THE WALKER HUMS TO

THEMSELVES A BIT. THEY HEAD THROUGH A DOOR INTO A QUIET ROOM,

WHERE WE HEAR THE BEEPS AND BOOPS OF VARIOUS MEDICAL

MACHINERY, INCLUDING A HEART RATE MONITOR.

THE SOUND OF CURTAINS BEING WHIPPED OPEN.

 

NURSE

 

Rise and shine, private! They’re

playing Reveille in the square!

 

PATIENT

 

Uhhgghhhhh.

 

NURSE

 

It is Tuesday, February 21st, 9:45 AM

Central Standard Time. The temperature

is 43 degrees Fahrenheit, and it is

 

time for you to attack the day! Hi-

yah!

 

PATIENT

 

Considering how few new people I’m

going to meet before I shuffle off

this mortal coil, I hope you realize

how close you are to being the worst

person I know.

 

THE PATIENT IS NOTICEABLY WEAK-SOUNDING.

 

NURSE

 

Petulance? In MY platoon? Not on my

watch! Up and at ‘em, private!

 

PATIENT

 

Go away or I’ll show you a

dishonorable discharge.

NURSE

 

Ten-hut...and such. Now sit up! I’ve

got a present for you.

PATIENT

 

Oooh, trying to angle into my will?

You don’t need to worry about that,

I’ve already left you all my special

high-up toilet.

 

2.

 

NURSE

 

Oh, I know better than to actually do

something nice for you. That’s like

trying to teach an alligator the

difference between a sandwich and a

hand.

 

PATIENT

 

Isn’t it illegal for you to buy me

stuff with your like, work money?

 

NURSE

 

Probably! Which is why I fished this

out of one of the donation bins.

THE NURSE THUMPS SOMETHING DOWN ON THE TABLE.

 

PATIENT

Awww! You got me trash!

NURSE

 

Garbage for my favorite can. No, it’s

a little speaker! It’s all charged I

think. Thought you might like it for

your sad sad playlist.

PATIENT

 

It’s not SAD, it’s MELANCHOLY.

 

NURSE

 

I say this as your dear friend and the

primary nurse on rotation - your music

is bad and you have bad taste.

 

3.

 

PATIENT

 

Rude!

 

NURSE

 

You’re really saying to the world “My

final moments will be underscored by

five covers of ‘Hallelujah’ and in

this way everyone to remember me as a

very deep and good person.” They will

laugh at you. I will make sure they

laugh at you.

PATIENT

 

If I wish to die cringe, I will die

cringe.

Hm. This doesn’t look like its on.

PATIENT SETS THE SPEAKER ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE.

 

PATIENT (CONT’D)

 

It’s not for me anyway. It’s montage

music. Helping ease the moment. I’m

supposed to be inspiring my loved ones

in my final hour, right?

 

NURSE

 

I typically tell people not to put too

much pressure on themselves. So much

of the idea of last impressions are

about other people’s hangups. And

that’s not for you to worry about.

 

(MORE)

 

4.

 

The most important thing is keeping

you relaxed and comfortable.

 

PATIENT

 

Heh. My sister already promised at my

memorial to only talk about that time

I ralphed over the balcony at the last

Pirates movie.

NURSE

 

Last as in the third, or last as in

the fifth?

 

PATIENT

 

The third - wait, there were two more

Pirates movies??

NURSE

 

Oh my god, yeah! See, that’s good

motivation to get you to next week.

You have at least two more middling

Geoffrey Rush performances to consume.

 

PATIENT

 

‘Tis a noble way to depart this world.

 

NURSE

 

‘Tis indeed. All right, time to check

the hardware. On your side, please?

 

PATIENT

 

Ehhhhh.

 

NURSE (CONT'D)

 

5.

 

NURSE

 

I know. Just a little pressure. Look

out the window - make sure to keep an

eye out for some early shoots in the

garden.

 

PATIENT

 

You’re miserable at distracting-ah,

AH. COLD.

 

NURSE

 

There we go. Good. Uh-huh. Mhm. Hmm.

Hm.

 

PATIENT

 

What?

 

NURSE

 

Nothing.

 

BEAT.

 

NURSE (CONT’D)

 

Hm.

 

PATIENT

What? “Hmm,” what?

NURSE

It’s nothing.

PATIENT

Fucking what is it?

 

BEAT.

 

PATIENT (CONT’D)

 

Sorry.

 

6.

 

NURSE

 

You’re allowed. It’s really nothing.

You’re just breathing a little

shallow.

 

PATIENT

Yeah. I can feel it.

NURSE

 

Hey. Look at me. I’ve got you. If

there is really truly something to

worry about, I’ll tell you, ok?

 

PATIENT

 

I know. I know you would. You’re a

really bad liar.

NURSE

 

Yeah, it’s been a real drain on my

mentalism career.

PATIENT

 

Oh! I forgot! How did the Jays do?

 

NURSE

Lost. 4-3.

 

PATIENT

 

Mmmmhm. I don’t think they’ll fare

much better in the playoffs.

 

BEAT.

 

7.

 

NURSE

 

...I hate baseball. I hate remembering

numbers. I hate this conversation. I

hate it every time we have it.

 

PATIENT

 

I know you do, but I’m going to keep

asking and you’re going to keep

telling me, because you cherish me.

 

NURSE

 

You’re a menace to my life.

PATIENT

You’ll miss me!

NURSE

I will. Very much.

 

BEAT. BOTH OF THEM BURST INTO GIGGLES.

NURSE (CONT’D)

See? See??? It never works! It’s

impossible to have the perfect last

memory.

 

PATIENT

 

Noooo, it would have been cute! Listen

if we keep on trying, eventually it

WILL be the last one, and it WILL be

poignant, and we’ll all have learned

something important about life.

 

8.

 

NURSE

 

Ok, Norman Lear. I’m going to get your

afternoon cocktail.

PATIENT

 

Oh, can you get me a morphine floater?

Just right on top of the antibiotics

like I like it.

NURSE

 

I’ll see what the barkeep can swing.

Would you like to listen to some

music?

 

PATIENT

 

Nah. Got some birds outside. But I do

want your opinion on this dirge-y

cover of “Hey Ya!” I fond.

 

NURSE

 

Lovely. Gimme two minutes. Hey, before

I go...

Listen...we’re going to get you

through this.

 

BEAT.

 

THEY BURST INTO LAUGHTER AGAIN.

PATIENT

Get OUT of here!

NURSE

 

CREDITS ROLL. BROUGHT TO YOU BY

INDUSTRIAL LIGHT AND MAGIC.

 

9.

 

PATIENT

Away! Away! Shoo!

NURSE

 

Byyyyye.

 

THE NURSE LEAVES, DOOR SHUTTING BEHIND THEM.

 

PATIENT

 

Dummy.

 

THE SOUND OF BIRDS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW. THERE’S A THUMPING.

 

PATIENT (CONT’D)

 

Where...

MORE THUMPING.

 

PATIENT (CONT’D)

 

Hello? Hello-oh.

 

MORE THUMPING, BUT IT’S RHYTHMIC.

PATIENT (CONT’D)

 

Woodpecker. Aw bud. That’s not wood.

Shoo.

 

THE SOUND OF A BIRD FLYING AWAY.

THE PATIENT BREATHES. WE STILL HEAR THE SOUND OF MEDICAL

EQUIPMENT. THEY BEGIN TO BREATHE MORE AND MORE SLOWLY. THE

HEART MONITOR BEGINS TO SLOW DOWN. IT GETS SLOWER....AND

SLOWER....AND SLOWER...UNTIL IT IS JUST A QUIET LINE. THERE’S

NO FLURRY OF MOTION, OR SCREAMING ALARMS. JUST A LOW TONE,

THE SOUND OF BIRDS, AND THEN -

WE HEAR THE SOUND OF A DEVICE CONNECTING TO A WIRELESS

SPEAKER.

 

PAIRY

 

Paired.

 

END.