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- [ Sobs ] You're okay.

- You belong to them.

- Yeah.

- [ Applause ]

- Okay.

- You see this? This is my favorite part.

- Hey, Kim.

- Hi, Victor.

- How art thou?

- That's funny.

- That's very funny.

- Proceed.

[ Buzzer Buzzing ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Victor Narrating ]

Mrs. Novak is an undresser.

That's why she gets the special pantsuit.

Other patients express themselves

through art...

which can also be disturbing.

Eva here is what you call a squirrel.

Colin? Oh, Colin, is that you?

What do we have tonight, Eva?

Hmm. Roast beef.

That's not doing you any good

in there, now, is it?

You hurt me, Colin.

You hurt me, and I'm telling Mother.

- That might prove challenging.

- You touched my woo-woo.

I definitely did not touch

your woo-woo.

[ Victor ] If it wasn't for that chip in her

bracelet, she'd follow me around all night...

- squawking about her poor woo-woo.

- [ Beeping ]

St. Anthony's is what you call

a constant care facility.

It's for loony broads of all ages.

But mostly,

it's where grannies get dumped.

You see that look shejust gave me?

That's 'cause that really happened.

Guess you could say

I'm kinda tight with the staff.

Hello. Who are you?

Oh, that's right.

You're gonna ruin everything.

But of course, I don't know that yet.

Well, it's about time.

She's been asking for you all day.

Wouldn't take a bite until you got here.

- Who am I today?

- Some guy named Fred.

- Sounds like another one of the lawyers.

- He was.

- ""Was''?

- Fred's dead. Aortic aneurysm.

- Fall of'97.

- You forgetting something?

Oh.

- So, you good?

- Yeah.

Well, my lady,

I'll see you later. Okay?

Okay.

[ Speaking Italian, Kisses ]

That's nice.

Hey, where's Constance?

Upstairs.

They took her this morning.

Oh. Well, she'll be back.

Oh, no, she won't, Fred.

They take you up to the second floor,

you don't come back.

But they take you up to the third floor,

you'd just better hope your plot's paid up.

I got... cannelloni!

- Huh?

- Will you get that out of my face?

You're just like my son, Victor, always trying

to shove some inedible mosh down my throat.

I thought you liked Italian.

You gotta eat, you know.

You gotta-

Oh, it's you!

What happened, Fred?

You used to cut quite the dashing figure.

Now look at you.

You look like my son, Victor,

the minimum wage tour guide.

- He's not a tour guide.

- Well, something menial or irrelevant like that.

You know what he did?

He dropped out of medical school.

- Did you know that?

- I heard.

Now he's so busy ruining his life,

he doesn't have time to visit his mother.

That's disgraceful.

When I think what I went through to give

that boy some vision, to open his eyes.

And do you know how he repays me?

You know what he did?

- He had me committed-

- Isn't Victor supporting you?

Who told you that?

[ Spits ]

I heard he dropped out

of medical school...

just so you could move into

an expensive private hospital.

Didn't I hear something like that? Huh?

Look, there's my show.

And I got a feelin'

Victor might visit more often...

if you didn't spend all your time

talking to a bunch of dead lawyers.

- Huh?

- Oh, you'll never change, Fred.

You're always defending

the hopelessly guilty.

[ Man On TV]

That's not how you drown a cat.

You're in a hospital.

Dr. Blue is called on the intercom.

- Uh, that means somebody stopped breathing.

- Good.

- Pamela Cosgrove paged in an airport.

- Oh, I know this one.

- Quick, quick, quick.

- I know this one. Terrorist with a gun.

Terrilynn Mayfield,

please pick up a courtesy phone.

Uh, nerve gas?

- Think cows and horses.

- Oh, anthrax. Why am I so stupid?

That's all right. Learn half these names,

you'll live longer than most.

Forget what

some foster family teaches you.

These fake people are all that matter.

- What is it?

- It's a playground.

- Could we go over there?

- Why on earth would we do that?

Mmm,just to swing and stuff,

like normal people.

We have to keep moving, honey.

If we stopped at every playground we came

across, we'd never get anything done.

Eat your supper.

What are you supposed to be?

Oh, I'm the backbone of colonial America.

- Which is?

- An Irish indentured servant.

- Where's Dr. Fielding?

- Gone. Retired.

- Are you in charge of my mother?

- Name?

- Victor.

- Hers?

Oh. Um, Ida Mancini.

- You're the son.

- Yeah.

- The tour guide.

- I'm not a tour guide.

I'm a historical interpreter.

Okay.

How come you never visit?

I visit all the time,just not as myself.

Kind of defeats the purpose,

don't you think?

She's an amazing woman, your mother.

- Yeah. Listen, Dr.-

- Marshall. Dr. Paige Marshall.

Hi. She's getting worse.

She-She never knows who I am anymore

and now she won't eat.

- Even when the lawyer comes to visit?

- There's no lawyer.

I'm the lawyer. Today she spat out

cannelloni from Cicero's.

That's like her death row favorite meal.

I've seen her sprint 1 0 blocks in heels

just to steal it.

We're reaching the point

where decisions have to be made.

Decisions?

What do you mean, decisions?

Dr. Marshall.!

[ Grunting ]

- You'll have to excuse me now.

- Hey, hey.

Could we go somewhere and talk,

you know, about my mother and stuff?

- Now?

- Or later.

We could meet for a drink

or, uh-you know.

Are you asking me out?

Well, no. Sort of. I mean, yeah.

I have to finish my rounds now,

Mr. Mancini.

We'll talk again on your next visit.

But-

-[ Denny ] These are your grandparents, right?

- Um, I guess so, yeah.

- I never met them.

- Why do they look like that?

- They're Italian.

- Like, from Italy?

Yeah.

Uh, Mom came for boarding school

and never went back.

Ah. Look at her here.

Wow. She was really,

really, really, really-

Hey, hey! What the f***!

- Dude.! That's my mom.

- I'm sorry, dude.

- [ Chuckling ] It's just, she was hot.

- No.

Here. Make yourself useful.

Man.

""Dear Victor...

""sorry to hear about your gums.

""Hope this will help.

Your pal, Bennett.''

- Who's Bennett?

- You met him. Sizzler on Western.

Oh,yeah. Big guy?

Nearly broke a rib?

That's him. How much?

Uh, 3 2.

Dollars? Thirty-two dollars?

You know what $3 2 gets you

at a periodontist these days?

- Why? What's wrong with your gums?

- Nothin'.

- I'm just saying, if there was.

- You're healthy.

Let me explain something to you.

I provide a service.

They send some cash.

It renews their savior experience.

It's like when you adopt an overseas orphan,

only I'm right here.

Besides, if I don't come up

with my monthly three grand...

those vipers at St. Anthony's

won't let me in to feed her.

- F***!

- What?

I'm light.

[ Sighs ]

Again, Mr. Mancini?

You're light again.

Not to worry.

I'm sure there's room

at the new state facility in Clancy.

- I hear they do a lovely porridge.

- [ Line Ringing ]

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

[ Sighs ]

You got a pen?

God bless you, Mr. Mancini.

Come on.

It's eggplant parm from Gallini's.

You love their eggplant. One bite.

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