Of Two Minds Page #4

- Of course not.

It was always easier if I wasn't there.

You used to chase me away.

I never chased you away.

I've forgotten almost everything. I can't

forget you standing with your friends...

...stomping your foot, telling me

to get out like I was some kind of dog.

Making a fool out of me.

Isn't that what you want now?

- Come on. Isn't that what you want?

- No, that's enough. Stop it!

That's enough.

Both of you.

Look, we just want everyone

to get ready for the party, okay?

We can talk about this later, calmly.

Come on, honey.

You wanna know what I want?

I want my life back.

Hi.

How are you?

Hello.

- Hi, Baby.

- Hey.

It's so good to see you again.

The place looks great, doesn't it?

The lights and the water?

I know. It's beautiful, right?

- Yes.

- I don't want the cheesy one.

No, I know.

- Hey.

My mom was wrong.

I think what you did was...

...beautiful.

She just likes things

the way she does them.

And forget what she said.

She's all bent about the party.

Plus...

- ...I don't want you to leave.

- Someone tum the music off, please.

Please, everyone. I'd like to-

I would like to say a few words.

Someone is supposed

to make the toast...

...but, hey, it's my party,

so I thought I'd start.

- It was 20 years ago today-

- Everybody get comfortable.

Hey, I'm gonna keep this short.

As I was saying

before I was rudely interrupted...

...that it was 20 years ago today...

I became the luckiest man

in the world...

...when Billie Davis fumed to me

and said yes.

She doesn't understand you

like I do.

I think it's because she's jealous.

I mean, you've got this artistic soul

and she's...

Well, she sells dresses.

And then I turn around...

...and that little baby

is telling me how uncool I am...

...and my son's in high school.

How did the hell did that happen?

To the girl I married

...and to the wonderful children

she created. Mollie.

Mollie, come here, honey.

Look at my little princess.

And Davis. Where's Davis?

- Where's my genius?

- Genius.

Davis?

- Where's your brother?

- I don't know.

Well, anyway, hopefully he's not

in the kitchen with the champagne.

No, in all seriousness...

I like being alone.

I can't tell anyone that...

...except you.

Cheers.

What are you doing?

What are you doing to my son?

What are you doing?

Look at me. Look at me!

What were you doing to my son?

What did you do?

What have you done?

What?

- Did you see what's happening?

- I don't know.

- Billie.

- No.

Wait, Billie.

I don't care if she's sick.

- Those are my kids.

- Be quiet. Be quiet.

Those are my kids

and she can't stay here anymore.

- What do you want me to do?

- Get her out.

You're the one

who wanted to have the party.

You're the one

who said it would all be fine.

- You're blaming me?

- "She's family. You're all she's got."

- That's what you said.

- No. I didn't-

You did. That's what you said.

I sure as hell didn't think

this would happen.

I gotta go check on Davis.

Davis?

Davis?

Why doesn't my door have a lock?

Oh, honey.

Is it my fault, Mom?

No.

It wasn't your fault.

She thought I wanted to kiss her.

You've been such a good friend to her

and she's very pretty.

What?

It's confusing.

For God's sake.

She's my aunt, Mom.

She's mentally ill.

How desperate do you think I am?

No, that's not what I meant.

I just wanted to be her friend. Nobody

would have anything to do with her.

- That's not true.

- It is.

And it's not her fault. It's mine.

- It wasn't your fault.

- And it was yours.

Does it matter if she moves

furniture around? It's just furniture.

She can't help what she does, Mom,

but you can.

Okay.

We'll talk about this in the morning.

Wait.

You have to tell me

what you did with her.

- What do you mean?

- I went to see how she was.

She's not there, Mom.

Baby?

Baby?

Baby.

See?

I know how it is

to see someone in that condition.

But Elizabeth is not dying.

She's suffering from catatonia,

which means that her mind...

...has, in effect,

shut down temporarily.

So we're gonna go ahead

and transfer her to the state hospital...

...just until she recovers...

...and we can get

to the bottom of this.

But from what you've told me...

...I would say

that all these changes in her life...

...were simply too much for her.

Have there been difficulties

at home?

She stays in her room, doesn't

socialize and says strange things.

You fight?

Have you ever thought

of residential care?

I'm sorry. I wish we could afford it.

It's just so beautiful.

Yeah, but there's just-

There's just no way.

There's a couple more places

on the list.

Okay.

Well, it's not cheap,

but I think that it-

Well, it's competitive.

What do you think?

If you decide to go with us,

we'd put your sister on the waiting list.

- There's a waiting list?

- Three years.

Well, you haven't been looking

very long, have you?

No, this week.

The psychiatric facilities in this area,

in the state...

...in this whole country, for that matter

are oversubscribed.

There is a last resort.

Board and care.

It's not gonna be on your list.

It's basically a room,

two meals a day...

and some supervision. Some.

Baby?

I'm sorry. I...

It's hard for me to talk

with the drugs.

Oh, I hope Davis doesn't hate me.

I have to say I'm sorry. That's okay.

I'll just- I'll apologize. I'll-

I'll see him, right?

I'll tell him...

Well...

...that's too bad.

That's too bad.

Will you tell him something for me?

Will you tell him

that all those years...

...I lived with Mom...

...I didn't know

that I was missing anything.

I didn't know. I didn't know anything

until you took me in.

And then I saw everything

that you had.

A house, a job, children.

A man.

And I started to think:

"Why can't I have that?

Why do I have to be alone?

Why do I have to have nobody

and nothing...

...when you have everything?"

Then there he was, Davis.

He was so sweet, he was so kind.

And I just thought,

"Why can't I have him?

Just for one moment.

Just for one kiss. Just one."

It was so, so sweet.

That's not-

That's not fair. I shou-

I shouldn't ask you,

but you're my sister.

You're all I got,

so I want you to tell me.

What, Baby? Tell you what?

Am I so different?

Am I so frightening?

Am I so ugly

that no one's ever gonna want me?

I want you to tell me. Is this all I get?

Is this it for me?

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

I'm sorry for crying.

I know. It's okay.

- I don't usually cry, you know?

- I know.

They're releasing Baby

at the end of the week...

...and I'm gonna bring her home.

She knows what she did was wrong

and she's so sorry.

And I don't want her to come here

and mess up our lives again...

...but I just can't send her away.

- We had an agreement, didn't we?

- Yes, but-

- You should stick to it.

- She's taking her meds.

- You forget what she did?

- No.

- I can't.

- What do you want me to do?

Drive downtown,

drop her on a street comer?

- I'm sorry, but she cannot come back.

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