Mia: [on the phone] What if I just hang up? What if I just stop talking to you?
Kellan: That's not an option. But how about this? I'll meet you halfway. 'Yes, Kellan, tell me more'. Okay well since you asked, we both know you have a big choice coming up, but what if there was a way for you to not have to make that choice? Might that be appealing to you?
Mia: Yes.
Kellan: That's what I thought.
Mia: So?
Kellan: So all you have to do is answer three questions. That's it. If you get them right, then I'll stop this whole thing and let everybody go. But if you get one wrong, then you have to make a choice between Nicole and Santi.
Mia: Okay.
Kellan: Here we go. First question: When administering CPR, maintaining proper rhythm is crucial. What song is recommended for achieving the correct tempo?
Mia: Huh?
Kellan: You have one minute.
Mia: No wait! What? Can you repeat that?
Kellan: 57, 56, 55...
Mia: [can't get the internet on her phone] Dammit!
[runs to the laptop, gets a video message of Santi with a bag over his head begging for help]
Kellan: CPR might come in handy.
Mia: Asshole!
[searching]
Mia: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know any song!
Kellan: Here you are cheating and complaining about it, tsk tsk.
Mia: You didn't say I couldn't.
Kellan: 16, 15, 14... 10 Mississippi, 9 Mississippi.
Mia: Stayin' Alive! Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees!
Kellan: Ding ding ding ding ding. Get that girl a toaster.
Mia: Is Santi okay?
Kellan: For now. Next question. At what temperature is someone considered to have a fever? No, no interwebs. 59, 58, 57-
[Mia rummages through her mother's medical equipment and printouts]
Kellan: 5, 4, 3...
Mia: 100.4! Hello? Was I right?
Kellan: Yes, that is correct.
Mia: Is Jade okay?
Kellan: So far.
Mia: Okay, what now?
Kellan: Oh, now you're into it now that you're winning.
Mia: Come on, let's finish this.
Kellan: Okay, final question: What were... your mother's last words?
Mia: How would you know what my mother's last words were?
Kellan: 59, 58, 57...
Mia: Why are you asking about my mother?
Kellan: Why not?
Mia: What does she have to do with this?
Kellan: I liked your mom.
Mia: I don't remember her ever speaking about you.
Kellan: Well she didn't speak much about you either.
Mia: Go to hell!
Kellan: She probably forgot you even existed. I mean how often did you come by to visit when she was getting sick? I mean when she was *really* sick. And I don't mean how often you promised to visit, because that's obviously a very different. answer.
