Angie Page #8

- You don't wanna know about your mother!

- The hell I don't!

- Get out of my way! Mama?

- I promised your daddy.

- Angie, wait a minute.

- Mama?

Mama.

Mama?

She's schizophrenic.

You can go

to bed now, Alba.

Okay.

Good night, Joanne.

Thank you.

She's on medication,

but she don't really function.

Most of the time

she just sits there.

I'm sorry.

Joanne.

Joanne. Honey,

look who's here.

Look who's here all

the way from New York City.

That's Angie, honey.

That's your daughter.

Hi, Mama.

You talk to her.

I'll leave you alone with her

and you just talk to her.

- I don't know what to say.

- Angie, honey, it's your mama.

You'll think

of somethin'.

Hey, you want

a light for that?

I never knew

you smoked.

Isn't that funny?

Of course I don't know

hardly nothin' about you.

Hey, I know what.

Here.

See?

Remember?

Here.

That's how I looked

the last time you saw me.

Remember?

I have thought about you

for so long.

About this moment.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

I always thought you left us

for somethin' better.

And I was gonna do

the same.

I had it so wrong.

Mama...

I left my baby.

Now I don't know

what the hell I was thinkin'.

I love him, Mama.

I love him so much...

but is that enough?

Hello?

- Who's that? Aunt Vicky?

- Angela!

- Put my pop on.

- You just missed him.

Maybe if you wait, you could

catch him at the hospital.

- Hospital? What are you talkin' about?

- Where are you?

- Do you know what an earthquake

you caused here? - What hospital?

Oh, Jesus, Angie.

Sean is really sick.

Who's Sean?

- Excuse me? What floor

are the sick babies? - Angie?

- Pop! Oh, my God.

- What are you doin' here?

- What happened to the baby?

Is he all right? - He's alive!

- Thank God. Pop.

- What the hell do you care?

A mother who runs out on her own

sick child? There are no words...

Where is he?

I have to see him.

You know what you did to my wife? That

she might lose a baby a second time.

Frank!

What are you sayin'?

She's his mother. We got no rights here.

We got no right at all.

- Now you come on, Angie.

I'm gonna take you to him. - Thank you.

I saw her, Pop.

That's where I was, in Texas.

- You saw her?

- Yeah.

Good.

Angie, you gotta understand

about your father, how upset he is.

He can't even go into the nursery where

the sick babies are. He hates himself for it.

What's wrong

with my baby?

Pneumonia.

He couldn't breathe.

He's been unconscious

the last two days.

I'm sorry, Kathy.

You're here now...

and that's what matters.

We, uh...

We started callin' him Sean.

- We had to tell the nurses at

registration something. - Yeah, I heard.

It's the name of the son I lost,

but you could change it to anything.

- No, Sean's a good name.

- Yeah?

- Where?

- Here.

We gotta take off

our coats and put 'em right here.

- Okay, it's back here.

- Excuse me, only immediate family is allowed.

- I'm the mother, Angela Scacciapensieri.

- No, Kathy's the mother.

- It's a long story, but she's the mother.

- I don't make the rules.

- I don't obey them either.

- Carl!

- What's the trouble? - I have to find my baby.

Get out of my way!

- Listen...

- Vinnie!

- Keep your hands to yourself.

You all right? - Yeah. Is that him?

- Aren't you the guy from the plumber

commercial? - Yeah.

- Did you know plumber was spelled wrong?

- Yeah. Can we go in?

- Look, it's up to her.

- Okay.

- But only one person at a time.

- Go ahead, Angie. You go.

Angela, I'm glad

you came.

Me too.

How's he doin'?

It's been a rough couple of days.

Sean's developed pneumonia which

sometimes happens in his condition.

So now the machine

is breathing for him.

We'll know

in the next 24 hours...

- whether he's gonna be okay.

- How will we know?

He'll wake up.

Hail Mary, full of grace...

Pop.

Oh, Angie.

- How are you, honey?

- I'm all right. How are you?

- Fine. Mm-hmm.

- Okay?

You could've said somethin'.

I could take it.

You loved her so much.

You thought

she was perfect.

I just couldn't take that

away from you.

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, Pop.

Hey, me and Sean

have been alone for hours.

We're kinda runnin' out of conversation.

We could use company.

No.

Pop, I know it ain't easy.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on,

it's okay.

Okay, listen.

Sean,

we gotta talk.

Now I know

what you're thinkin'.

You're thinkin',

why should I wake up?

She don't care about me.

She left.

But I do care!

It's from the moment you were born, you knew

I did everything for the wrong reasons.

Didn't ya?

Well now, you gotta give me

another chance.

And I promise, I won't let nobody

make fun of you...

or hurt you

or lie to you ever.

Just you wake up, okay?

Look,

you think about it.

I ain't goin' nowhere.

I swear.

You're awake. He's awake!

Nurse!

Oh. Oh.

It's okay.

He's breathing on his own.

He's just pulled

his tube out.

His lungs

sound clear.

He's gonna be okay.

It's funny. I see everything

now like it's this long chain...

stretching all the way back

to the beginning of time...

- on up through my grandmother

and my mother. - Hi.

I'm finally part of something

bigger than me.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hey, tough guy.

How ya doin', huh?

Oh, the strong,

silent type, huh?

Listen, Sean...

I wanna make a little

deal with you.

All right?

Listen, you gotta

eat somethin'.

So, why don't you think of me

as a human fridge.

All right?

Then I'll do somethin'

for you.

Anything you want.

Tickets to

a Raffi concert.

I could stick one of them little girl

babies in your crib with you.

Ow!

Everybody's got somethin, you know.

Somethin' broken.

For Tina, it's her marriage.

For Kathy, the baby she lost.

For Pop, it's my mother.

And then some people

it don't show on, but it's there.

The way I figure,

these days...

the less broken have to take care

of the more broken.

I learned that

from my son.

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