Glass House: The Good Mother Page #3
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- 2006
- 94 min
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Raymond.
I'm sorry.
No worries.
I'll be in the office.
Hi there.
Raymond said I have chores.
Sit down.
Relax. Take it easy.
Oh, would you mind finishing
the dishes I left in the sink?
- Okay.
- Great. Thank you.
- What'd you do?
- I don't know!
- Cut myself!
- Eve, Abby hurt herself.
Oh, my God!
Don't move.
I want to go to the hospitaI.
Eve was a nurse, Abby.
Oh, dear. Look at that.
It's okay, it's okay.
Can't be clumsy
when dealing with glass, Abby.
It was already broken, Eve.
What are you doing?
- Be still.
- I don't want that.
- It's okay.
- I really don't want it.
It's okay, Abby.
Now, you ever had stitches?
Hold still.
Oh, my God!
Raymond, hold her.
Oh, my God!
- This is what a mother does, Abby.
- My God!
She comforts her child.
Heals her when she's sick.
Corrects her when she's wrong.
Oh, my God.
She does it because she wants to.
Expecting nothing in return.
Oh, my God.
That's all I've ever wanted to be.
Oh, my God!
To be a good mother.
- What is that?
- This is for pain.
- I'm not in pain.
- You will be.
- But he promised.
- Your father is very busy.
He doesn't have time
to drive you to a cemetery.
- He's not my father.
- Ethan.
He's not.
Don't, Ethan.
What are you doing
out of bed, Abby?
I don't feeI well.
What did you give me?
I can make you some eggs.
No.
Toast?
No.
You have to eat something.
Ben Koch called yesterday.
I told him about your condition.
Yesterday I was fine.
No, Abby, you've been
in bed for three days.
He said he'd stop by when he could.
Eat up, baby.
- Oh, my God, Ethan.
- Help me.
- Are you okay?
- I'm reaI sick.
- Oh, my God.
- Okay, doctor, thank you.
Yes, fluids. All right,
thank you very much.
So he said to just keep doing
what we're doing.
That dehydration is the danger.
Was it food poisoning?
I don't know, honey.
I mean, we all ate the same thing.
- I wanna use the phone.
- Why?
I wanna call Ben
and tell him about this.
- All right, I'll call him tomorrow.
- Why can't I call him?
Because it's 3:
00in the morning, Abby.
Eve will take care of it.
And I want you in your
own bed tonight, all right?
It's all right, baby, Mommy's here.
It's okay, Ethan.
I'm here.
You're not having any dinner, Abby?
Have some soup, sweetie.
I made it for Ethan.
Good morning, Ethan.
Lots of fluids. Doctor's orders.
This is warm tea.
It's easy on your tummy,
make you feeI better.
This is not food poisoning.
It's not?
No. It's obviously
something else.
Take him to the hospitaI.
I can do it all here.
You said you were gonna call Ben.
I called Ben.
He's gonna come by later this week.
When did you talk to him?
About an hour ago.
While you were sleeping.
Well, call him again.
Mind your manners, Abby. The man
isn't at your beck and call, all right.
Here, sweetie.
I know my brother and I know
that something is wrong with him.
How are you feeling, sweetie?
Do you want me to make you
something to eat?
Oh, my God.
Raymond...
...help me.
Not now.
when I went in your son's room.
My son?
Made herself sick
nursing that boy to health.
I've never been more proud of her
in my entire life.
Who is that?
That's David.
Our last foster child.
"Tyler"?
Oh, God.
Ethan. I've got the car keys.
Ethan? Ethan, we're leaving, okay?
Okay. Come on.
It's okay.
There you go. Here's your jacket.
Put your arm through.
Okay, sit up.
I'm sorry.
Okay...
Oh, God.
Sh*t.
I'll be right back, okay?
I'll be right back.
Come on, come on.
Okay.
Come on, come on, come on.
No!
Come on, start. Sh*t. Start.
Sh*t.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
Come on.
Come on.
Oh, you're cold.
I'll bring Ben back with me.
I promise, okay?
You forgot my keys.
You children make it so hard.
I spend every waking minute...
...wiping your snotty f***ing noses...
...and still you are so ungratefuI!
And you can't even do what I ask.
- What did you do to Ethan?
- I love Ethan.
Did you love David too?
Where were you taking my son?
Never go outside!
Bad girls get sent to their rooms.
Help me! Help!
Help me! Help me!
Help me!
Are you ready to apologize?
Yes.
Okay.
- I'm sorry.
- For what?
I have no f***ing idea.
If you don't eat...
...you'll never leave.
You're so sick, Ethan.
That's why
It's okay.
It's gonna make you
feeI better, baby.
There you go.
Go to sleep, baby.
I'm never gonna leave you, Ethan.
Mommy's right here.
Mommy will never, never leave you.
You make one sound
and I'll kill him.
- Hey.
- Hey. How's it going?
It's great. It's a beautifuI day.
Yeah.
- Anything I can do for you?
- Yeah, I'm here to get the kids.
You do remember me?
- Yeah. Ben.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, Ben Koch, right?
- Yeah.
Family friend, yeah.
I wish you would've called first.
I did. No one answered.
We planned this.
I was gonna take them to Six Flags.
Oh, dear. You know,
Eve drove the kids downtown.
- Some children's art exhibit.
- She did?
Yeah, they won't be back
untiI this evening.
Well, I'll tell them you came by.
It's a shame.
Yeah. A shame. Okay.
Oh, hey, look,
I brought this for Ethan.
- You mind if I put this in his room?
- No, I'll give it to him.
You know what? It's okay.
I'll give it to him myself.
- It's a great house you got here.
- Thanks.
Mind if I take a look around?
Of course. Come on in.
This is a fantastic place.
- You want something to drink?
- No, I'm fine.
So where's his room?
Upstairs. End of the hallway.
All right.
- This one?
- No.
That's it.
Nice room.
Yeah, you know, it's all Eve.
I got a gift for Abby...
...but, you know, I should probably
give it to her in person.
How's she doing?
She's a handfuI. You know,
Eve calls her our summer project.
Well, I guess just tell the kids
we'll reschedule.
That is strange, you know.
I thought they were
looking forward to it.
- They change like the weather.
- Yeah.
Thanks. Have a good day.
- You too.
- All right.
He's gone.
Oh, my God.
I got you.
I'm putting him back to bed.
Ethan. Ethan.
Oh, God.
Ethan. Ethan, I'm gonna
get us out of here.
I'm gonna get some help, okay?
Abby!
Hello.
Gotcha.
Hello? Hello?
We're sorry. No outside calls can
be made without a dial-out code.
Yeah, this is Officer Ben Koch
of the L.A.P.D.
Yeah, I'm at 100 Pine Haven Lane.
I'm proceeding inside
on suspicion of child endangerment.
Abby.
I know you can hear me.
You're not going anywhere.
Abby! I got you.
You just can't leave.
Worthless.
Ethan, honey, you stay right there.
You're safe now, baby.
Mommy will be right back.
I have had enough of you!
AII I ever wanted
was to be a good mother!
But you're not good!
And you're not my mother.
Ethan?
Ethan.
Okay. Okay.
Are you okay?
Stop!
You stay away from my son!
Put the gun down, Raymond.
Put it down.
Ben?
It's okay, Abby.
Yeah.
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