Anna Nicole Page #6

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Let's get you down from here.

Danny, it's okay.

No, Mom.

You are not fine.

You need to come with me right now.

We're gonna go back to the hotel, Mom.

Stop it.

I'm fine, okay?

You know what? It's like "screw you"

to me when you say stuff like that.

We're having fun over here.

God, you're so mean to me.

Just go. You know what? Go.

Just go home. We're gonna have fun.

Okay, Mom.

Yeah.

Guys. Oh.

- There you go.

- Excuse me.

Hi.

Dr. Rosen, pick up line

four, please. Dr. Rosen, pick up line four.

My baby.

I'm worried about my baby.

Pain Management, 316.

Pain Management, 316.

Hey, Danny.

Hey, Mom.

Give me a hug.

How are you?

I'm good.

Hey.

What's wrong with your eyes?

Oh, I'm tired.

I haven't really been sleeping

much lately.

I've been really worried about you.

Danny, are you taking something?

What are you talking about?

Danny, your eyes,

they seem really messed up.

Why are you laughing?

Because you are lying there

with an IV in your arm, Mom.

You're pregnant,

and you're telling me

that I'm messed up?

Wake up and smell the flowers, Mom.

Come on. Come on, guys.

Make some room, okay?

She's pregnant. Let's make a little room.

Going to Bahamas for maternity laws?

Who's the father? Is

the baby Larry Birkhead's?

- Let me get in front, guys.

- Are you the father?

Who's the father?

Anna isn't answering questions.

Anna isn't answering questions.

I'm not answering any questions.

How are you feeling? Are you sober?

- Why Bahamas?

- So many questions.

Who's the real father?

Will the centerfold

get the billionaire's money?

Had the mother-to-be

really cleaned up?

Reality show

may have been cancelled,

but it never went off the air.

Is that your new makeup artist, Anna?

Huh?

My neighbor's daughter

Hanna and I always got on.

We got along better when I wasn't

zooming on things I oughtn't to.

I wish you can go on the water slide.

I wanna go.

You can't.

Why can't I go?

You can't because of your baby.

My baby is over there.

This is gonna be worth some money.

Not that baby.

Your baby down there, in your belly.

Oh. It's just gas.

Look, it's just a battery baby.

Don't open her skin.

She'll die.

She's having brain trouble.

Brain trouble.

I think she's hungry.

Are you hungry, baby?

I'm gonna go feed the baby.

Oh. Let's go get you some food, baby.

Major brain trouble.

I think she has to go to the hospital.

You hungry, baby?

I'm gonna feed you some poop.

We're gonna get you a baba.

I told God after

that clown show from hell,

if he let my baby daughter

be born healthy,

I'd never do a drug

or drink a drink again, ever.

Scout's freaking honor.

I heard somebody had a baby.

Hey, Danny.

Hey, Danny.

You came. You look so good.

Yeah, of course, I came.

I had to see my little sister.

Hi. I'm guessing that's you.

Look, it's your big brother.

He's come to see you.

You're good, right, Danny?

Yeah, I'm good, Mom.

Okay.

You look just like your dad.

Uh... By the way, who is your dad?

So, what are you gonna name her?

Dannielynn.

After her big brother.

Dannielynn Hope.

She's beautiful.

Come on. Sit down.

Howard, will you take a picture?

I wanna remember this moment.

It's okay.

Look up. Everybody, smile.

Can you get the baby to smile, Danny?

Howard, just take the picture, please.

That's pretty good.

Hi, Dannielynn.

Oh, you're ready to start the day,

aren't you?

Cardiologist to 2 West.

Cardiologist to 2 West.

Danny.

It's time to start the day, Danny.

Hey.

Danny?

Danny!

Danny!

Danny!

I am the resurrection and the life.

Grant this mercy, oh, Lord,

to thy servant departed

to Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Danny.

I wanna see my boy.

- Open the casket.

- Anna, come on.

Open the casket.

Anna.

Come on, Anna. Anna.

Open the cas... Danny.

Danny.

My beautiful boy.

Oh, Danny, I'm sorry.

I love you, Danny.

Anna.

- Danny. Danny.

- Anna. Anna.

Anna. Come on. Shh.

No. I wanna be with my boy.

Come on, come on.

Danny. Danny! No!

Anna, come on.

Danny!

Anna.

There are a thousand

people I could try to blame.

Howard K. Stern for putting me

on that stupid reality show.

My mama,

for not letting me go bowling.

My dad, for knocking down doors

he shouldn't have.

E. Prick for being a prick.

I could try pointing a finger at Hefner

for founding Playboy,

or Letterman for mocking me.

Kodak for making a camera.

The doctors who prescribed

all the pills I took.

I'd love to call them all guilty.

Let myself off the hook.

But if I'm looking for the real culprit

for what I let happen

to my own flesh and blood,

mirror's where I got to begin,

middle and end.

You remind me so much

of your brother.

At 2:
49 this afternoon,

we were advised by hospital personnel

that Anna Nicole Smith had died.

Lately, I've been thinking,

maybe the best mothering

I'm capable of

is just letting Anna Nicole fly

straight into the damn flame.

Anna, you're so beautiful!

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