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She's in a coma, actually.

There's no skull fracture,

so that's good.

- All we can do now is wait and see.

- Well, when will you know?

- What about her family? Where are they?

- I don't know.

- Texas?

- You mean there's no one here?

- Only me.

- Well, I suggest you try to locate some relative...

because this girl's

in pretty serious condition.

- [Crying]

- Hey, you got a little piece of tobacco right there.

- Okay.

- You look kind of tired yourself. You okay?

- Yeah.

- How about some coffee?

- [Sniffles] What about Pinky?

- She'll be fine.

- Come on. I'll buy you breakfast.

- No.

[Sobbing, Sniffling]

Pinky?

[Sobbing Continues]

Don't die.

[Woman On Telephone]

I'm sorry. I don't have a listing under that name.

But I've got to get hold of'em.

Their daughter's been in an accident.

- What'll I do?

- Do you have an address?

Just this P.O. Box

in Quitman, Texas.

- Probably the best thing is send them a telegram.

- A telegram?

- That'd be the fastest. I'm sorry.

- [Click, Dial Tone]

But I didn't I don't even know

how to send a telegram.

[Sobbing, Sniffling]

Sh*t.

[Woman] His breathing is really getting worse,

and his color is

- Hi, Connie.

- Hi, Millie.

- Has there been any change?

- No. Doctor was just in with her.

- Can I see her for a minute? I've got some things for her.

- Sure. Five minutes max.

Okay, thanks.

Hi, Pinky.

You look real good today. A lot better.

Your mom and dad are gonna come out

any day now.

Everybody really misses ya,

especially the twins.

I brought ya a whole bunch of presents.

First, I got you this sewin'lesson

I cut out of McCall's.

And an ad for a computerized sewing machine

that practically sews for you.

[Nurse] A faint systole at 86.

No diastole I can pick up.

And I brought you this

beautiful new pink bed jacket.

- Alcira, you want to sign this card to Pinky?

- Pinky?

- Pinky Rose.

- Pinky Rose.

- Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.

Peggy? You want to sign

this card to Pinky?

Everybody else did.

- Lammoreaux.

- You want to sign this card to Pinky?

You have a personal call on the office phone

Long distance.

- Oh, that must be her folks.

- Collect, Lammoreaux.

- You know that's not allowed.

- But this is really important, Miss Bunweill.

You know our policy on phone calls,

personal or otherwise.

And this one happens to be collect,

and how do you intend to pay for it?

Well, you can take it out

of my paycheck.

How long ago did the bus

from Texas arrive?

- An hour ago.

- But somebody called me to pick 'em up...

and I don't see 'em.

There's a pay phone over there.

It was a Mrs. Rose.

She's my roommate's mother.

- Are you Millie?

- Yes.

I'm Pinky's mother,

and this is my husband, Y.R.

- Y.R.?

- Huh?

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Well, Pinky's waitin' on us.

[Mrs. Rose] So shejust fell off the railin'

and landed on her head?

- Yes, ma'am.

- That'd be Pinky, all right.

She was always

the fallin' one.

One time she was jumpin'

up and down on the bed...

and she fell off and hit her head on the wall

and had to have stitches.

I know she'll wake up

when she sees you.

Sure does look like Texas.

- Hi, Connie.

- Hi.

- These are Pinky's parents.

- Hello.

That's Connie.

The nurses here

are all real nice.

Wait a minute, please.

You can't go in there.

This is an intensive care unit.

These are Pinky's parents.

They came out all the way from Texas on a bus.

Oh.

And who are you?

Well, I'm her roommate.

I've been here every day.

I thought maybe if they talk to her,

she'd wake up.

Well, all right. But only five minutes.

[Mutters] You people.

I don't know who

she thinks she is.

Pinky? Your mom and dad are here.

[Mrs. Rose]

That's Pinky, all right.

Just look at her, Y.R.

- She's purty as ever.

- What's wrong with her?

Shh.

You'll wake her up.

She's in a coma.

All we can do now is wait and see.

Y.R. Named her Pinky.

Why doesn't she wake up?

She's sick.

- Where's the present?

- What?

Oh, never mind.

I got it.

It's for Pinky.

Go ahead and open it.

Read it.

"In this kitchen

bright and cheery...

"daily chores

I'll never shirk.

So bless this kitchen, Lord,

and bless me as I work. "

It's for the kitchen.

What are we supposed

to do now?

[Tom]

Everybody's well-done, right?

- Yeah, well, good luck.

- [Man Chattering On Radio]

Rare?

I know a hamburger stand

I'm happy with it... burned.

[Coins Clinking Into Cup]

Hi. These are the Roses,

Pinky's parents.

She's still in a coma,

but we think she's gonna come out of it soon.

Hi, Tom.

Oh, I'm sorry I can't have

dinner with you tonight.

I want to cook

for the Roses.

[Tom] Can't have dinner with us.

That's too bad. I was really expecting her.

- Oh, you want to let me carry that for you?

- Thank you.

- Safety's the best precaution.

- Thank you.

One hand on the rail.

You can have my bedroom to sleep in.

I've got a rollaway in the living room.

[Tom] Sure. No problem.

You want super sauce on that one?

[Millie]

You can stay as long as you want.

[Man #2] A little barbecue sauce would be nice.

But don't scorch it, please.

- [Millie] You'll like it.

- These are all blood rare.

Can you make it fast?

We've been waiting a halfhour.

- [Tom] You'll love 'em.

- [Door Closes]

[Raspy Breathing]

[Gunshots]

Mrs. Rose?

We've got some good news for you.

Your, uh, daughter started to respond

after you left yesterday...

and so we've moved her

out of the intensive care unit.

Uh, she even took a little

orange juice for breakfast.

You can see her now, but don't talk to her

too much or get her too excited, okay?

Yeah.

- Mr. Rose.

- Huh? What?

Daughter's all right now.

She woke up.

Oh, good.

- Well, can we go see her?

- Sure, she's right across the hall.

Come on, Y.R.

- Hi, Pinky.

- Hi.

Look who's here.

- Who?

- Your parents.

- What?

- It's your mom and dad.

They're not my parents.

Well, sure they are.

They're not my parents.

- I've never seen 'em before.

- Pinky, it's Mama.

- Here's your daddy.

- [Millie] See?

- I don't know you.

- Wha-What's the matter with her?

Well, what is the matter

with you, Pinky?

What are you tryin'

to do to me?

Nothin'. They came all the way out

from Texas to see you.

Don't ya even appreciate it?

I don't care where they came from.

They're not my parents.

- They're not my parents.

- [Millie] But, Pinky

- Don't call me Pinky!

- [Nurse] Now you must go outside.

[Pinky Screaming]

Get out ofhere.! Get out.! Just get out.!

- Get out ofhere.! You're not my parents.

- [Nurse] You just relax.

- They came in here

- [Nurse] It's all right. You had a concussion.

No, it's all right. They're going outside.

It's okay. It's all right.

[Pinky] She said they were my parents,

and I never seen 'em before in my life.

I'm going to tell you

exactly what the doctor told her parents.

She's obviously suffering

from temporary amnesia.

It's not uncommon

in cases like this.

- Since the

- Okay, she's asleep.

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