Hush Page #4

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You know I hate yellow.

- What colour do you like?

- Well...

Blue was lucky for me 25 years ago.

Why don't you play your hunch then?

Bye, Martha.

O XYTOCIN:

Don't worry. I'll be here packing.

- Are you sure you want me to go?

- I want you to go and win.

Then get your ass back here

as fast as you can.

It's more than three hours away and

you want to get there before dinner.

Come on, you lovebirds,

he's already in the van.

Goodbye, baby. Good luck.

You take care, both of you.

I'll be back tomorrow night.

- Bye.

- Bye.

It won't be long before Kilronan

is everything it ever was.

- Kind of a shame, isn't it?

- What is?

That we won't be here to see it.

- Hey!

- And the same hey to you, darling.

You're looking even lovelier.

I've brought you something.

Kind of a head start

on baby pictures.

This'll be a big hit around here.

These nuns love a foetus.

- I came to say goodbye.

- Hello and goodbye?

- We're going back to New York.

- Good for you.

You're well rid of that woman.

Jackson shouldn't have come back.

That was my idea.

I thought he had to come back

and face all the ghosts.

He still blames himself

for his father's death.

No, his daddy fell on a tool that

was lying at the foot of the stairs.

One of those things they use

to pull nails out of boards.

He landed on it just wrong

and it crushed his sternum.

It was in all the newspapers.

Doctors commenting right and left.

A bizarre happening.

Jackson must accept that.

Be careful, now. When Jack told her

he was leaving, she turned demonic.

I can see that.

She strikes me as the jealous type.

What possible reason could she have

to be jealous of Jack?

Didn't he ever tell you

about Robin Hayes?

Jack and Robin? Walk me.

These old farts shock easily.

- What?

- Oh...

I was just remembering

when I had Jackson.

I thought that pain

was going to rip me in half.

How stupid of me.

Oh, Honey... here.

Let me get you some dessert.

- I'm tired. I'm going upstairs.

- I made it specially for you.

It's strawberries, your favourite.

Indulge yourself. Go on, take it.

You deserve it.

- I think I'll take it up to bed.

- Yes.

Go on. That baby needs

all the rest he can get.

Or she.

- Or she.

- Good night, Martha.

Sweet dreams.

Tender around that joint.

I'll wrap it.

My God, I am heartily sorry for

offending thee. I detest my sins.

Most of all because

they offend thee, my God -

- who sent me a daughter-in-law

from the land of the Moabites.

I will go with you, she said

and your people will be my people.

She laid on the threshing floor and

did as her mother-in-law instructed.

And she conceived a son.

And God said he will be born

and renew your life.

He is born of your daughter-in-law

and is better than seven sons.

You understand, don't you?

This is for him...

... and the precious baby who has

no one to protect him from her.

Hey, are you kicking me again?

He is weak... my son.

I am his strength.

Are you hungry?

And God said let the woman

of emptiness become full.

And you who are most worthy -

- shall take the child to your

bosom and become its mother.

And the women neighbours

will give him a name -

- saying, a son is born to you.

To you.

I firmly resolve to confess my sins,

do penance and amend my life.

Amen.

Martha?

- No, no...

- Helen!

You bad girl, you!

You found me out, didn't you?

- I saw a light.

- Is there no stopping you?

What is all this?

What are you doing?

It was my surprise for you, honey.

- Surprise?

- I set it all up like this.

It's for you. I was going

to ship it up to you in New York.

I just thought the presentation

would be so vivid.

- I'm sorry.

- It's all right, honey.

We can still show it to Jackson.

- Won't that be fun?

- Yes.

- Are you all right?

- I'm just tired.

Let me take you back up to the house

to bed. You've no shoes on.

- Wait.

- What is it? Is it the baby?

- Could I have some water?

- We're almost at the house.

I need some water.

All right, I'll be right back.

Howdy. What can I do you for today,

my pretty lady?

Pretty lady...

I know where you live.

My God!

Just trying to be friendly, darling.

Goddamn!

What on earth are you doing?

Do you think you're some alley cat

dropping your litter by the road?

The pain is terrible, isn't it?

Darling, I can feel it myself.

I can feel what you're feeling.

- My God, help me.

- I wish I could.

Believe me, I wish I could

give you something...

...but I can't.

You just have to go through it...

...and feel it deeply.

Then you will never forget

what your child means to you.

I'm begging you.

Well...

This is the big one, isn't it?

I've put a couple of C-notes on him.

I sent a buyer up to Kilronan

the other day.

Martha told him you were staying.

She did?

It's almost over. Breathe, darling.

It's okay, you're all right.

Breathe, Helen.

Hello?

Jackson, I was hoping it was you.

- Of course everything's all right.

- Can I talk to her?

She's right here, just a minute.

- How did the morning workout go?

- Jackson!

- Great. He's running well.

- Did you draw your post position?

Yes. Can I please talk to Helen?

Jackson, I'm losing you.

I can't hear you any more.

You're doing good.

Push a little bit harder. Push!

- Push!

- I am pushing, you b*tch!

They're at the post.

The flag is up.

One last time. Push down.

Push, Helen, push!

You can do it. Come on, push.

I can see it. Oh, my God!

It's coming. Push, Helen.

Yes...

Push, Helen. Don't you quit now.

My God! It's a beautiful little boy.

He looks just like Jackson.

- What a beautiful boy.

- Give him to me.

Mama's going to get you

all cleaned up.

No, Martha, give me my baby!

I'll love you, dear.

I'll love you

till China and Africa meet...

...and the river jumps over

the mountains.

Helen, you're losing so much blood.

Look at the mess you've made

of my linens.

I really wanted us

to be a family together.

Really I did... but I don't know

if that's possible any more.

It's a pity... but you were so weak

during your pregnancy.

And you would insist on having

that baby right here at home.

I did my best, you know I did.

Of course, you won't remember it

that way, will you?

You'll tell them all sorts of things

about me. Make up stories.

MORPHINE:

It's dangerous to take

more than just a drop of this.

Jackson and I will raise that baby

the way he deserves.

I'm home.

You'd have been proud.

Mom.

I'll be right there.

Helen...

I've been calling and calling.

It's a boy.

He came so fast.

I had no time to call anybody.

Your wife was so brave and

so strong. She needs to sleep now.

You have no idea

what she's been through today.

- Don't you want to hold your son?

- Is she okay?

Helen's doing just great.

You come with me. We've got to give

this baby boy his first bath.

She's fine. She just needs to sleep.

Hey, Mom.

You can't sleep in this chair.

Go to bed. I'll keep watch.

Thanks, Mom... not a chance.

I want to be here when she wakes up.

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