Grace Page #3

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Kinder kills, cleaner cuts.

Carl's Cows have no antibiotics

and no synthetic growth hormones.

Kinder kills, cleaner cut...

I know, honey, just a sec.

Come on.

Please.

Grace!

- Shelly, it's Madeline.

- She's not in, Madeline.

- When will she be back?

- I don't know, I'm sorry.

Please have her call me when she

gets back. It's an emergency.

Okay.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I'd like to see Dr. Sohn.

- Yes?

- Mrs. Matheson is insisting...

...on seeing you...

Judge Matheson.

Send her in.

- Your Honor.

- Hi, Richard.

- You look wonderful.

- Thank you.

I'm so sorry about Mike.

The woman he married...

she's sick.

Does she need a referral?

I could...

After the accident,

she told us the baby was dead,

but that she was going

to carry it to term anyway.

We were going to pretend

it was a stillbirth.

But then when I didn't hear from her,

I phoned the birthing clinic...

about the funeral arrangements.

And the assistant told me

that the baby had been born

and that it was fine.

- Who's her OB?

- A midwife delivered.

Madeline won't go to a hospital.

She won't see a real doctor.

She doesn't even

pick up the phone.

Well, have you

called the police?

I've seen this 1,000 times.

If I file with the police, that baby

will spend weeks in state care,

while Youth Services

shuffles paperwork.

I do not want this woman

raising my granddaughter.

If I...

could get a medical report

confirming that she's not fit...

And you'd take the baby?

My son is gone.

Well...

maybe there's something

that you could do for me too.

I... I got myself in a little trouble.

Shhh.

Just help me and I'll help you.

Shhh.

Sohn:
Mrs. Matheson?

Vivian, it's Richard.

I can't prove neglect

unless she opens up.

I said I would help.

Shhh.

No one's gonna take you away.

Shhh.

Shhh.

Michael's voice:

Hi, you've reached the Mathesons.

Before you know it, we're going

to have a teenager on our hands,

so leave a message

while you can still get through.

Oh my God, what happened?

Shhh.

Okay, shhh.

Shhh. Okay.

Shhh, okay, come here.

Shhh.

- Oh.

- Toy:
I love to hug my kitty.

Jonesy?

Shhh.

Baby, you just ate.

I know, honey.

Mommy's thirsty too.

When Lucy came in,

she had so many fleas,

they were literally sucking her dry.

If she stayed out there, the chill

and fatigue would get worse

and eventually the heart

just wouldn't be able to keep up.

For her to have a chance,

even without the fleas,

we'd have to load her system

with the vitamins she lost.

The owner had no malicious intent...

if you can't take care of yourself

how do you take care of your animal?

- Shelly, please!

- I can take another message.

I've been trying for two days.

I'm sure she got your voicemail.

Have you thought more about

going to the hospital?

- Just have her call me back.

- Okay.

- Who was that?

- The trailer guy.

It's a motor home.

Richard, it's me.

I need you to go back.

Today.

I need you to go back today.

I am not letting that baby

spend one more night

with that woman.

Just give me till this evening.

Good.

Patricia?

Mrs. Matheson?

There there now. It's all right.

It's all right.

I'm sick.

I'm here to help.

Come and sit down.

Come and sit down.

That's it.

We're not going to the hospital.

I can't help you unless

I know what's going on.

I'm just so cold.

Could you open

your mouth for me, please?

You're badly anemic.

I'm going to have to do a proper exam.

What kind of exam?

Well, it is a serious condition,

but it can probably be treated

with a little time

and proper nourishment.

It may be a simple as feeding

the baby a little formula

for a little bit to give

your body time to recoup.

But I need to do a proper exam

to confirm the extent of

the condition.

It, um, it can be slightly intrusive.

Maybe... maybe you'd just better get

the child and we can go to the hospital.

No! No, please.

I don't care if it's intrusive.

Hmm.

- If you're too cold to disrobe, we...

- No!

Turn around.

Unbutton your shirt.

Nice and deep.

Again.

I'm gonna need one of these.

Now I'm going to stick you.

Are you ready?

Is that it?

Just one more.

I'm sorry. I should have

explained it to you.

I'm going to need a sample

of your breast milk...

to make sure that the baby is

getting what she needs.

The newer models are

much less cumbersome,

but these old brass units provide

a much more natural suction.

- One of them is sore.

- All I need is one.

I know the pewter looks

a little archaic,

but the leather seals are much more

gentle than the plastic flanges.

And the jars were bigger because

with such a precision instrument,

your supply would be triple.

This is the original blown-glass.

Why don't you hold these?

I'm going to need both of my hands.

It's quite all right to turn around.

Whenever you're ready.

Just let me know

if the suction's too much.

Is she sick?

She's just cranky.

That baby is sick.

She's just got a little bit

of a cough.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Just let her rest.

She's fine. Please!

Please, you don't understand.

Vivian, it's Richie...

Ahh!

Oh, come on, come on.

Henry, I can't hear myself think!

- Did you get Richard?

- Please...

just...

finish the crib.

Richard, pick up.

Call me back.

I'm going over there.

Shelly:
I'm heading out.

Do you need anything?

No, thanks.

Is this Cory? Hi, it's Patricia Lang

calling about the motor home.

I'm sorry it took me

so long to get back.

I wanted to go ahead

and move forward.

Cory:
I was going to call you back,

but I lost your number.

I thought you left

a message with Shelly.

- Shelly?

- Shelly my assistant.

Madeline?

Are you home?

The door was open.

Um, I'm just feeding the baby.

Why don't you make yourself some tea?

I'll be right down.

Do you want anything?

I'm fine.

Okay.

Come on, honey, please.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Shhh.

Can I have a little peek?

- What are you doing here?

- I was worried.

Jesus, Madeline,

you look terrible.

I haven't been getting

enough sleep.

Can I have some tea?

I ran out.

When was the last time

you saw a doctor?

Today. I'm fine, really.

They did some blood tests and told me

to use formula for a few days.

I'm just tired.

Richard Sohn

didn't stop by, did he?

No. You asked him

to check on me?

I got worried.

You haven't been

picking up the phone.

I just wanted to see

if everything was all right.

God, Madeline, you look terrible.

Can we do this

another time, Vivian?

Could I just have a quick look at her?

No.

She's had a tough day

and I want her to sleep.

Tomorrow, okay?

Is she sick?

Vivian, really, tomorrow.

Okay.

I, um...

have to go to the loo

before I go home.

Vivian!

Grace?

Vivian!

Get away from us.

Please, you don't understand.

She's special.

She needs special food.

You're sick. Get back!

Please, just let her go.

Let her go.

You'll kill her.

Madeline?

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh God...

Please.

Wake up.

Wake... oh, Jesus.

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