"This girl is dead, Russell." "Yeah, I know." "I..." "I pounded on her chest, gave her mouth-to-mouth." "I did all that stuff." "Ok." "How fucked-up are you?" "She had fucking green foam... stuff on her mouth." "But it tasted like... bitter lemon or some shit." "What is that stuff?" "Russell, did you call 911?" "Yep." "You think they're gonna play that on the news, buddy?" "Where the fuck are the paramedics?" "They're comin'." "They're all comin', the, um... cops, paramedics, coroner." "P.T. Barnum, everybody." "I am so proud of you." "Thank you for your help, Melora." "I could've not done this without you." "Well, you haven't done it yet, honey." "No, but I will, and I'm gonna do it right, too, because this is my first and my last." "I have screwed up so much in my life." "But not this time." "So... one more time." " Birthing trough and hose." " Check." " Phone list." " Check." " Cell and pager." " Check, check." "Food a formula if the breast milk doesn't flow." "Check." "Birthing gown, clean laundry, and diapers." "Check, check, and..." "I don't have any diapers." "Well, so get diapers." "You've got time." "Are they gonna... are they gonna play it on the news, do you think?" "Russell." "Here come... here come the cops." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Russell!" "Come on." "Need your focus." " Ok." "Come on." " Here we go." "Let's go." "Siren." "Let's go." "You hear that?" "You gotta get some pants on." "Come on." "The circus is my fuckin' life." "Well... 'scuse me. 'Scuse me, darlin'." "Whoopsie." " Russell!" " Got some flushing', do some flushing'." " Pants." "Pants." "Pants." " Ok." "Oh, look at these adorable little bats and balls." "That puffy father never came around." "Oh, yes." "Yes, he did." "He painted monkeys on the wall." "He made rite aid runs for my prenatal." "He answered his pager faster than a bullet through jell-o." "Yep." "He, uh, cannot wait to witness the birth of his son." "No, he came around." "He came around big time." "Yep." "He really... he got his act together." "Yeah." "I, um..." "I went upstairs." "Didn't I tell you that?" "I told you that, like, 3 times already, didn't I?" "And when you came down, she was, uh, she was dead." "Yeah, dead." "Not breathing." "Twitching." "You know?" "Very different from what she was before I went upstairs, is what I'm tryin' to say." "She was twitching?" "Yeah." "Twitching." "She had a little, um... you know, frothing... actually... at the mouth." "So, uh... anyway, what difference does it make?" "She died on me." "Right?" "Anyway, I'm just so curious." "Um... how come... how come you're, uh... this, like, a crime scene all of a sudden or somethin'?" "Well, I mean, how come you waited to call the paramedics?" "And how come you're-you're not sure if she was breathing or twitching?" " Oh." "Well" " And look at you." "How come you're- you're sweating like a stuck pig?" "Fuck." "You know, come on." "I just-I'm upset." "You know?" "And I" " I'm... hot." "I don't know." "Well... exactly." "You don't know." "Neither do we." "And that's why I'm treating' this like a crime scene." " That's good." "Good." " Ok, Dick." "Come here." "Just so you know..." "I am an attorney, so if you need any... help with anything..." "Ah." "I'm glad you told me." " Good." " Excuse me." "Check this out." "She's got dried blood... white powder underneath her nose." "Just a little pinch." "Look at this guy." "If he's not tweaking', I'm goin' back to law school." "You-a problem?" "There a problem, officer?" "Aside from a dead body in your living room, what could be wrong?" "I had to terminate that mission because of my brother." "He's not on our side, and..." "I had no choice but to let him kidnap me." "But I maneuvered to this... rendezvous point by the sea." "Thank you, sir." "We leave tomorrow... early." "0800." "I'll wait word there." "No word, track back up the coast to Oaxaca." "Si." "Theodorus." "Get this shit inside." "Hey." "Hey." "Hey!" "What?" "It's late." "Go to bed." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I just-just" " I gotta finish this paper, all right?" "Gimme half an hour." "What is it?" "English." "Oh." "Yeah?" "English what?" "Literature or... history?" "Look, mom, if you want to talk about something, just talk about it." "Ok?" "I mean, we both know you give about as much of a shit about this paper as I do." "Right." "I met your dad in an english lit class in college." "Congratulations." "You divorced him in California." "We are not divorced." "Look." "Mom... just cut him loose." "Ok?" "Get every nickel you can and just cut bait." "Cut bait?" "Yeah." "It's like when you're fishing." "You know?" "And... you've hooked a big one, but it's so fucking big that you just- you can't reel it in, and if you keep trying, it's just gonna rip the pole right outta your hands." "So you cut the line." "All right?" "Dad just doesn't want to get reeled in." "Ok?" "Mom... cut bait and make sure gram goes with him." "Do you know that she hit me?" "Did she tell you she just hauled off and slugged me?" "No." "She was probably in a fuckin' blackout." "Smelled like she was drinking lightefluid." "She hit you?" "Look, mom, I cut bait." "All right?" "Good night." "Good night." "Please stop saying "fuck. "" ""I will." "I'm sorry, mom. "" "It's ok." "We've all been under a lot of stress." "So." "Life is riddled with choices." "What's your point?" "We have good reason to believe you're under the influence of a controlled substance." "Who, me?" "No, no, no, no, no." " Open your eyes, please." " Hey, hey." "Just open your eyes a second, please." "Ok, just open your eyes." " Well, it's so fuckin' bright." " Open your eyes." "That's ok." " Open 'em." "Open 'em, please." " Ok, they're open." "There you go." "Pupils are a little whacked." "Well, fuckin' what?" "It's dark!" "All right?" "Gimme your wrist." "Stay still, please." "Old buddy passes away in the privacy of my own home," "Jack Klugman here's gotta... take my... my blood pressure." "Pulse, actually." "There's a difference." " It's 1-40." " Ooh, that high?" "Fast." "Pulses are... fast." "Yeah, well, your pulse pressure would be... high, too, if an old buddy just passed away... in your... fuckin' ottoman!" "On my ottoman!" " Close your eyes, please." " Ok." "Sorry." "Tilt your head back." "Let me know when you think 30 seconds have passed, please." "30." "Nope, nope." "20." " That's 15." " I got 20." " Cuff this piece of shit." " Fuck you!" "You've got the right to remain silent." "You can buy your fuckin' cunt!" "You can buy your cunt!" "That's what you did." "Get him the fuck in the car!" "Fuck you." "This is no 11-50, and you fuckin' know it!" " You comin' with, buddy?" " Yeah, I'm comin'." "No, you're not." " Can't I go with him?" " No." " Why can't he come?" " Why can't I come?" "Because your friend' got an appointment for a mug shot and fingerprints." "Yeah, he's my friend." "And I met Sinatra in the seventies." "So fuckin' what?" "Hey!" "Hey, buddy, you wanna crash here, crash here." "I got the guest room made up." "Palato was just here." "No." "Do you need bail?" "No, man." "I'll use my credit card for that, and I'll get Miles out of it." "You're gonna eat this, you pussy-ass, fuckin' shit-hook, nigger-killin' cunt!" "Ow!" "Fuck!" "Your friend's a jerk-off, huh?" "Guys... take him to..." "I made the reservation myself 2 hours ago." "Huffstodt." "H-U-F-F..." "I'm sorry, sir." "I don't see it here." "Well, can you please check again?" "Please?" "I can't go home." "My wife won't let me back in the house." "And the guy I was staying with just got arrested 'cause a prostitute overdosed in his living room." "Coroner hasn't quite got the body out yet, so... whatever you can do to help me, I'd appreciate." "Smoking?" "Snorting." "You mean the room." "Sure." "Ok." "Smoking... is fine." "Whatever you have." "Do you have any luggage in your car?" "This watch, darling... cost more than you make in a year." "So no funny business with the old switch-a-roonie from the old counterfeit bin, ok?" "Comprendo?" "I know how you people like to work." "Uh, just fill this out, please." " Thank you." " Of course." "I'm an attorney, see?" "I'll need to see a photo I.D." "Here is your room key." "Thank you very much." "Enjoy your stay." "Good morning, Ted." "Were you expecting somebody else?" "Yeah." "Max." "Max usually knocks that way." "May I sit down for a minute?" "I" " I can't sit down for-for a minute." "I've got to go to work." "I" " I can't sit down." "How is work?" "Yeah, I talked to Ray down at the nursery, and he said you were goin' on vacation?" "Is that true?" "Oh." "Hey..." "He thought I meant vacation vacation." "I" " I just meant vacation from work." "I already live at the beach." "Why... where would I go... on vacation... if I already live at the beach?" "Why were you talkin' to Ray?" "Why'd you take your mobiles down?" "They were nice." "I got tired of them." "They were too low." "Are you hiding something from me?" "No." "Are you?" "It's no big deal." "Ray just misunderstood me, is all." "Let's talk for a minute, ok?" "I thought we were talking." "We are." "But I think I need to step in for a bit... pull you back... make sure your meds are working well for you." "You-you can't see the world through my eyes." "It's too bad the world can't see the world through mother Teresa's eyes." "Don't you agree?" "Mother Teresa?" "As a healer." "I don't want you leaving the house for a few days." "I want you to stay close... so that... we can spend some time together." "No, that- it's not necessary." "For a while, it is." "You can agree not to leave the premises... or arrangements can be made to ensure that you don't leave." "Can I trust you?" "Yeah." "Sure." "Go ahead." "Step in and watch me let you trust me." "Ah!" "Good morning, my darling daughter-in-law." "Good morning." "What's up with you?" "Did you get a shot of B-12 or something?" "Oh, I've merely fallen in love with southern California." "Mm-hmm... don't you adore southern California?" "I mean, you, especially, coming from New Jersey, know." "I'll never forget when Ben and I left Newark to come back here." "Iy, yi, yi." "I imagine that, uh, that's what Poland must've looked like after the war." "Hmm." "Have you seen my mobile?" "Well, Newark airport isn't exactly the nicest part of town." "Well, neither is Hollywood and vine, but that's not the first thing you see when you get off the plane." "Listen, you-you really gotta get out of the house." "It is just so grand outside." "Yeah." "Birdie left already, huh, for school?" "I was gonna offer to drive him." "How hard did you hit him?" "Ok, I struck him across the face with my flattened palm." "And then I couldn't sleep the whole night." "I'm very sorry, Beth, on how he's not my child." "And I was gonna tell you." "I was gonna tell you right away, but then... then I thought if, well, if I didn't mention it, you know, maybe it would just go away." "I'm sorry I struck your son." "I wish that you had told me." "But he was so hideously disrespectful." "I could not allow that." "I'm sorry." "Did you ever... slap Huff or Teddy?" "Never Huff." "But, yeah..." "Teddy." "Oh, god." "A-after their father, uh, left, you know," "Huff was so concerned with taking care of all of us." "Being so... so good..." "I didn't have any cause." "Oh, until he was in his forties, anyway." "But, Teddy, yeah, I did." "I raised my hand to Teddy... when he started behaving... differently." "I didn't know." "I didn't know that he was getting ill." "I just thought he was being... hideously... disrespectful, and I, um," "I... couldn't allow that." "You know, it wasn't that horrendous of me." "No, Izzy." "You didn't know." "Whoa!" "Look at the time." "There are so many things to do this wondrous... morning, huh?" "'Cause it's crisp out there." "Whoa, it's so crisp." "You can smell the eucalyptus in the air." "I'll see you this evening, honey." "Bye." "I can't see you anymore." "Really?" "Why not?" "Because I have retinitis pigmentosa, asshole." "Why do you think?" "I'm sorry." "I..." "I thought you meant you didn't want to see me as your doctor anymore." "I will always see you as my doctor... even when I can't see you." "I mean, when I'm no longer seeing you." "So... how you doin'?" "How can I deal with people who think they're helping me by doing my grieving for me?" "Openly." "They think they're absorbing all my pain for me by telling me how much I'm gonna miss in my life." "That's really... not helpful." "You know?" "Yeah, I know." "One of my aunts is about 150 years old." "And she told me how horrible it is that I'm never gonna see the pyramids." "She went on some fucking cruise and saw the pyramids, and it's like her work on earth is done." "And my children... never gonna see my children." "I don't even have children." "I'm just worried about seeing the curb or some asshole driver or a wall when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom." "Do you have any kids?" "I know any time I ask you anything personal, you go off on this..." ""how will that help you?" tangent." "It will help me feel closer to you." "Just now... just for the moment... that would help me." "I have a son, Kate." "That's nice." " Yeah." " Yeah." "I bet he's real smart." "And you probably have a great... dog... and a huge backyard... and french hand-stenciled wallpaper in your entryway." "And your friends are nothing but fun." "And you have loving parents... and brothers and sisters." "And everyone... is just so... together." "And a beautiful wife... and a flawless sex life." "Oh, sorry." "You know..." "love life." "I can see it." "Don't tell me if any of that isn't true today." "This is how I want to see it." "And thank you..." "Craig... for telling me you have a son." "You're welcome, Kate." "# A million baby kisses I deliver #" "# Bah bah-booh #" "# The minute that you sing that... swanee river #" "# Boom boom boom #" "# A-rock-a-bye my rock-a-bye baby with a dixie- #" "Oh, god!" "Oh, god." "Oh, god." "Not here in Value Plus." "E- excuse me." "I" " I don't have one of those, but I'm-I'm gonna have one of those." "This is my- my first." "Um... is this what I think it is?" "Yes!" "Oh... yes!" "Honey, we gotta get you in a cab!" "Oh, no, no, no." "I-I drove." "It's ok." "I can drive." "I have to get my trough, but thank you." " Your trough?" " Yeah, honey." "I know." "Kinda different." "Lot of water, huh?" "Hi." "Bye." "Cup of coffee, please." "Any messages?" "Who the fuck called?" "What the fuck's he want?" "What... what the fuck with the wiggle-waggle fuckin' wiggle-waggle?" "What is that?" "If he wants to see me, why doesn't he just speak the fuck up instead of wiggle-wagglin' his fuckin' index finger?" " Russell?" " What?" "This way, please." "What is he, an usher in a movie theater all of a sudden?" "What's this fuckin' movie theater bullshit? "This way, please. "" "What are we, at the fuckin' arclight?" "Where's his hat?" " Russell!" " What?" "!" "The conference room now." "The partners would like to see you." "Oh." "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry, Alan." "I didn't know that there was a-a partners meeting this morning." "Maggie, how dare you neglect to inform me of such a momentous event?" "I guess there's coffee inside, then." "This another fuzz bust you orchestrated... to burn my ass, darling?" "No." "Russell, no." "No?" "Goddamn it, Russell, get your fuckin' ass in the conference room!" " Jesus christ, I'm coming!" " Now!" "Keep it in your panties, man." "Hello, everybody." "Oh, this is nice." "This is sweet." "This is out-fuckin'- standing." "Hit a little rough patch, my partners wanna... jump... push me overboard, actually." "Not jump ship." "Right?" "I'd say you've hit more than a rough patch." "No, it's a rough patch, that's what it is." "It's just a... you know, she O.D.'d, buddy." "Her coke." "Her coke." "My house, her coke." "Admittedly, a... dead hooker on the carpet is not an ideal sitch, but... um..." "I think that what we do is we meet the challenges..." " Russell." " ... in our life." "Yeah?" "What in god's name are you talking about?" "A dead hooker?" "I..." "I'm talking... about a goddamn metaphor." "Keep up, grandpa." "A figure of speech." "Haven't we all had a few dead hookers in our... in our career?" "Clyde?" "Fuck me." "Come on." "You got a whole freakin'... uh, file cabinet full of those... dead hookers." "What's that?" "The firm is dissolving its partnership with you." "There's a golden parachute in there that we believe to be more than generous." "We voted you out of here... effective immediately." "What, are you fuckin' nuts?" "Oh, Russell." "No." "Come on." "Alan, you don't have any grounds." "Circulating cocaine through our mail room." "A drug bust in your office." "Repeated instances of showing up to work clearly under the influence of narcotics." "Ok, everybody, get the fuck out." "I want to talk to Alan alone." "Ok?" "Out you go." " Everybody, get out!" " No." "Everyone stays." ""'Cause I want you to hear every fuckin' word of this. "" "What're you gonna do?" "You been... you been suckin' on my sugar titties for years, man." "Nursing like little fuckin' piglets on my ample bazooms." "That's what you been doin'." "I put everything I fuckin' have into this place." "All right?" "I built this place." "I bought this table!" "I paid for these comfy swively fuckin' chairs." "Goddamn it." "I paid for your fuckin' suit, McMurray." "And I don't mean to be impolite, but also for your tit job, Swanson." "And I'm not speaking metaphorically now." " Fuck you." " No, fuck you, though." " No, fuck you." " Fuck you first!" "No." "Fuck you, loser." "The only reason you got this fuckin' job is because you're a woman." " Nobody fuckin' likes you!" " You're a fuckin'" "Enough!" " Get the fuck outta my face!" " Fuck you!" " Enough." " Sit down." "Anyway, so you just want to box me out 'cause I have a couple issues?" "Is that what's goin' on?" "'Cause I like to party?" "Well, guess what." "You can't do that." "And I feel a lawsuit comin' your way." "If you had any fuckin' class at all, you'd send me to rehab." "Class?" "No, you heard what I said." "You don't have the class." "Oh, yeah, I heard you loud and clear." "Is there anything else before you depart?" "Yeah, Alan." "Why don't you suck your own dick for a change?" "Ok?" "'Cause I'm takin' all my clients, and I'm gettin' out of here." "And I'm sayin' fuck you to your parachute, your golden parachute, and you know compete clause." "All right?" "And I'm gonna take you down." "Ok?" "So." "Fucker!" "Where's the fuckin' key?" "Get me the goddamn key!" " They already changed the locks." " Oh, motherfucker!" " Goddamn..." " Stop it!" "Stop it!" " Listen to me!" "Russell, stop!" "Listen!" " Get the fuck, man!" "Kelly called." "She's having it now." " She's havin' it now?" " Now." "She's having it now." "Oh, god!" "I'm sorry." "I'm leavin'!" "Fuckin' leavin'!" "Hey!" "Fuck you." "Hold that fuckin' elevator, man!" "Nice shoes, Virginia." "Where the fuck are you, Melora?" "You said you would be available 24/7." "Did you hear that?" "It's happening now!" "Get over here, please!" "Please, just get over here." "Ok..." "Now..." "Oh!" "Shit!" "Oh... god... dammit!" "Ok." "Ok." "Ok." "All righty." "Ok... it's gonna work this time." "All right." "Water on." "There we go." "And..." "Oh, here it comes." "Son of a bitch." "Can I bring it in today?" "Uh..." "I don't know." "There's, like, a red light went off, and there's a little picture of an oil can or something." "I" " I don't know." "My husband usually takes care of this." "Ok." "Saturday?" "Ok." "Fine." "Thank you." "Oh, you motherfucker!" "Hello!" "Hello, darling." "Uh... uh... hi, mom." "You're sorry it's me?" "No, no." "I-I" " I'm not sorry it's you." "I just-I-I keep tryin' to get out of the house, and the phone keeps ringing'." "So how it's going?" "Huff move back in yet?" "No." "Good." "Good?" "Oof." "I thought you'd kill for us to get back together." "Oh, if you returned phone calls more often, you might've found otherwise." "Have you ever seen the pyramids in Mexico?" "No..." "I think they're smaller than the ones in Egypt, but just as complex." "You want to see them?" "Um..." "I-I... haven't really given... aztec ruins a lot of thought, mom." "Maybe you should." "What is with you and the ruins today?" "All I could think about the whole time I was dying was all the trips I never took that I wanted to take." "All the things I wanted to see that I never saw." "Pathetic, deathbed regrets, don't you think?" "Mom." "Yeah?" "I'm really glad you didn't die." "Me, too." " Oh, have you ever heard of the ruins of" " What am I gonna do?" "Mom, I... one minute I want to call him and beg him to come home, and the next, I'm afraid he will come home." "We're either gonna get back together... or we're gonna get divorced." "That's why I'm glad he's not back, honey." "Because if he was and you're not sure... then nothing would change." "Don't be afraid to take the time you need to figure it out." "Thanks." "I'm takin' you to the goddamn hospital." "No!" "No." "I have worked too hard for this." "I want my baby- ohhh- to be born in a warm" " Kelly." " ... serene- ohhh- loving, caring place." "Kelly." "Listen to me, honey." "This is dangerous, ok?" "This is a very dangerous situation." "I want to take you to the emergency room." "No!" "I am... not going to a fucking hospital!" "Mexico, Mexico, Mexico..." "Teddy." "Are you mad?" "No." "I'm just organized." "I'm very organized... and ready." "I meant angry." "And I don't... think that I can come with you." "Ted, I don't..." "I just don't think that it would be right." "It's the luck of the draw." "You know?" "It's..." "Some people have babies." "Some people go to war." "Dr. Emily, sh-she told me that my friends didn't want me to go." "How could I be angry at my friends?" "It's just that I love you so much." "And it-it-it didn't feel safe." "I know." "Yeah." "I wish I had you to take care of me years ago." "Walk with me?" "Ok." "It's a beautiful night." "Yeah." "It's even more beautiful spending it with you." "Yeah, on a beach instead of Mexico." "Y- you were probably right, you know." "I was in Mexico a few months ago." "I saw Jesus and mother Teresa." "Did I tell you that?" "No." "What about her?" "I saw her, you know." "I met her, and... she's... everywhere." "I... tried to see the world through her eyes, but it got all screwed up." "You were just wanting to emulate her." "It's admirable, honey." "Wow, you just... you never called me that before." "Do you mind?" "No, I don't." "And I hope you don't mind that I have to remove you from the mission." "Mission?" "Don't worry about it." "Nobody understands." "Just go with it." "If you understood it, you be fucked..." "Tortured!" "Burned!" "Help!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "Theodorus!" "Peace, Theodorus." "Stop it!" "Come on, let it go!" "Let it go!" "Please?" "!" "Please?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Anybody home?" "Hey." "Hey!" "Hi." "Hi." "Wow." "What's the occasion?" "You need clean underwear or something?" "I need a lot more than that." "Where's your mom?" "I have absolutely no idea." "Well, can-Byrd?" "Byrd, can you take those off, please?" "Byrd!" "Hey, that's it for you, buddy." "End of the ride." ""End of the ride. " What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dad?" "Don't use "fuck. " All the acting out and mouthing off to your mother, me, and everybody else under the fuckin' sun is over." "Ok?" "!" "You just don't get it." "You fuckin' leave here without any explanation." "All right?" "And you come back as if nothing ever happened, like we're just fuckin' frozen in time, fucking waiting for you." "Yeah, well, I'm back now, and you're gonna have to deal with it." "Ok?" "Well, great!" "For how fucking long?" "For-for an hour?" "For a day?" "For a week?" "As you fucking get confused about something and blame mom and then leave again?" "That is not how this went down, and you know what?" "You know that's not how it went down!" "Oh, please, dad!" "You don't even fuckin' live here anymore." "All right?" "This isn't your house!" "Don't fuckin' talk to me like that." "Dad, I'll fuckin' talk to you any way I want!" " Stop it!" "Stop it!" " Fuck you, dad!" "They're pretty sharp right about now!" "Ok, let's start this now." "She should be face and dilate it." "Oh, god, I'm so terribly sorry, sir." "I just have no idea what the fuck that means." "Oh, god!" "Please, sir, watch your language." "Now... she should be dilated 10 centimeters." "Kelly!" "A ruler, darling!" "Do you have a ruler?" " No!" " Goddamn it!" "Oh, my god!" "It's coming!" "The baby's coming!" "Baby's coming now!" "Goddamn it!" "What do I do about it?" "!" "Get me the blanket!" "Fuck!" " Blanket." " Blanket." "Goddamn it." " Not on me!" " Oh." "Sorry." "Through my legs for the baby, you asshole!" "Got a call about a disturbance. 32-year-old male, resident of the Ford care facility in Venice." "Attacked a female." "Appears delusional, paranoid, and combative." "Aside from agitation and restraints, vital signs are normal." "I need a tox screen." "I need 2 milligrams of oranzipan." "I need 10 milligrams of olanzapine." "I need his residence." "I need his treating doctor." "I need his diagnosis, his meds, his history." "And, uh... call some member of his family." "Last name Huffstodt?" "If that's what's on the chart, that's who he is." "It's a weird name, huh?" "Hello." "I know this is very scary." "But I need you to know it's not gonna get any worse." "Do you feel my hands holding your hand?" "Feel my hands on your hand?" "Squeeze my hand." "Come on, squeeze it tight." "Tight." "Good." "Good boy." "This strong squeeze." "Squeeze stronger." "That's right." "That's right." "I believe you." "Yes, hello." "No, I'm afraid he's not, uh, able to come to the phone right now." "Hospital?" "Yes?" "Yeah, I'm" " I'm his mother." "Hos-whi-which-which hospital?" "You're crazy." "You're all fucking crazy." "Byrd, we're not crazy." "Crazy, dad." "Mom doesn't even sleep anymore." "She just fuckin' walks around the house all night." "And gram... you have no idea what's goin' on with gram." "Well, Byrd... she's always been like that." "Dad!" "She killed her best friend Lois last year!" "Did you know that?" " She-what?" " She euthanized her." "What-what are you talking about?" "Gram!" "Gram!" "Fuckin' pulled the plug on her goddamn respirator!" "And then she got drunk, and then she told me about it." "What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, dad?" "And then she goes out and she fucks Russell." "And then she has a goddamn party the moment you're fuckin' gone." "And some crazy lady from New York comes over and starts telling everybody how mom came on to her in some goddamn bar and hit on her." "And then some guy from, like, New Zealand or Australia or somethin', he keeps knocking on our door every night." "Dad, we're all crazy, just like Teddy- you, me, mom, gram, everybody." "No." "We're not..." "Byrd." "And where the fuck are you, dad?" "Where the fuck are you while everybody is fucking yelling at me?" "!" "When I didn't do anything!" "I didn't do a goddamn thing, and everybody's fucking yelling at me!" " I understand." " No, dad!" "You can't fuckin' understand!" "You can't!" "I just don't want to be here anymore!" "I can't take it!" "Just take it easy, all right?" "Just relax." "I just don't want to be here anymore." "Ok?" "I can't." "All right?" "Please let me leave before I can't." "Ok?" "Ok." "Ok." "Come here." "How long you been here?" "About 5 minutes." "I couldn't go up there." "Yeah." "Well, who could blame you?" "I'm his mother, and I couldn't go up there." "He's just scared, honey." "You know?" "So am I." "Yeah." "We're all scared." "So..." "I came back 'cause I want to talk to you." "Ok." "Ok." "Well..." "I want to come home." "I just... you know..." "I'm... done." "I just... miss you... and..." "I want to come home." "Beth." "I don't want you to." "What's wrong with me?" "All I know is, I..." "I don't ever... ever want to go through any of this again." "And... right now, uh..." "I just don't know which way..." "I want it to go." "Ok." "You know, after what you just probably heard upstairs..." "I don't want you to come home." "It's me." "Just get it." "Hello." "Hi, mom." "Yeah?" "Mom." "Mom." "Mom." "Slow down." "Slow down, please?" "Mom." "What?" "Tell me if the little girl's gonna be all right." "I haven't heard." "He tried to kill her, you know." "I'm not-I'm not feeling very well." "I'm-you know, I think that my, um, my son is on his way, and he's very good at this sort of thing." "Don't you want to see your son?" "Yeah." "He should be here." "He should be here any... mmm... any moment." "No, I mean Teddy." "Don't you want to see Teddy?" "Yes, I do." "I really want to see him." "I do." "I... want to see him terribly." "I do." "But I'm afraid I might upset him." "Um, 'cause I'm really not very good at, uh... well, much of anything... quite frankly." "Well, I know he wants to see you very much." "I could see it in his eyes when I told him you were coming." "Oh, no." "You told him I was coming?" "Oh, my." "Why did you do that?" "Because I might leave." "But you want to see him." "You know... there's something about, um... a schizophrenic after a psychotic break... after they're sedated and... they start to feel safe." "There's just a little window, just a moment... where you can look in their eyes and... see all of their hurt... see everything they want to be... everything they know they'll never be." "I think you could help him with this if you want to." "You know, I just can't even imagine what it must be like to be choked like that." "Because Theodore is so- my god, he's strong." "He is so strong." "Well, he's always been strong." "Do you have any children?" "I aborted mine." "Really!" "Really?" "Sometimes I feel as though I did the same thing... to mine." "Only I waited until after they were born to do it." "You know, Teddy wants to see you very badly, Mrs. Huffstodt." "And personally, I don't believe it when you say you're not very good at much of anything." "I think you're probably very good at a great many things." "And I think you're ready to believe that, too." "Oh, my god, the top of the head!" "I see the top of the head!" "I see the top of the head!" "What do I do?" "Great." "Great." "You're doin' just great." "I'm doin' great!" "Kel, it's gonna be ok!" "I'm doin' great." "The-the... said that" "All right." "Now... take the baby's head and make sure it's clear her cervical lip." "Kelly." "Kel." "Ok, darling." "Which lip is the cervical lip?" "Oh, for Christ's sake." "All right, just tell her to keep pushing." "Push, baby!" "You just gotta push now!" "Come on!" "Push!" "Push, mama!" "Bring it home, mama!" "Push, will you?" "Oh, my god!" "The head!" "The head's comin' out!" "Goddamn it!" "The head's- the head's out!" "What the fuck do I do?" "!" "What do I do?" "!" " Ok." "All right." "Now gently take the baby's shoulder..." " Oh, god!" "Oh, god!" "...and let him turn the rest of the way out, then pull the baby out." "Oh, god!" "Oh, god." "I think you're ready." "Ok, here you go." "Oh, my god..." "I had a baby." "Sir?" "Sir." "Is everything all right?" " Everything's ok." " Sir, are you there?" "Yeah... holding my baby." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Yeah, I got him." "Ok." "Oh..." "Teddy?" "Look who's here." "Mom?" "When... the other lady here... when the ceiling was moving... and she said she understood... she said I should squeeze her hand." "Did that help?" "Yeah." "Well, would you... would you like to squeeze my hand?" "Yes." "Then you squeeze it... darling, you... squeeze it... as hard as you want and for as long as you want." "I'm sorry, mom." "Leave them alone." "No." "Come on, Huffstodt." "Leave 'em alone." "I..." "I should be here." "No, you shouldn't be here." "You've done your time." "Look at them." "Look at them." "They're just beginning again." "God, this is tearin' my heart out." "Good." "It's what you've wanted all these years." "It's what you've hoped for... prayed for." "She's doing fine." "You'd have thought she was the one that took ecstasy instead of you." "That was totally surreal... seein' the two of them smiling' at each other like that?" "Well, that's not a bad thing." "So, how you doin', Huffstodt?" "I knew you'd ask me that." "Well..." "let's see." "My son wants to go away to brat camp." "Uh, my best friend's in jail." "And my wife doesn't want to let me come back home." "You didn't answer my question." "I didn't?" "No." "I asked how are you doing, Huffstodt, not, what is everyone else doing?" "Right." "Right." "So how are you doing?" "I..." "I have..." "I-I have no idea." "Good." "You sound right on schedule." "Transcript:" "Raceman Subtitles"