Raising Izzie Page #4
IT'S NOT FINE.
THERE'S NOTHING FINE
ABOUT THIS SITUATION.
UH, I'M JUST SAYING
THAT WE CAN WORK IT THROUGH TOGETHER.
THAT'S ALL.
WE HAVE OPTIONS. OKAY?
WELL, I DON'T SEE
ANY OPTIONS.
I DON'T SEE ANY
YOU KNOW WHAT, STOP.
OKAY? LET'S PRAY.
DEAR--
TO PRAY FOR, GREG?
THE LAST TIME.
THIS IS:
A NICE HOUSE.
SHH!
Greg:
HEY,WHAT ABOUT ADOPTION?
SOMEBODY ELSE'S BABY.
OKAY.
JUST DO NOTHING.
I'M SORRY.
OR WE CAN:
JUST BE HAPPY,
OH, GOD. OKAY.
YOUR PLAN, TONYA?
BECAUSE I'VE RAN OUT OF IDEAS.
OH, YOU KNOW, I KNOW, MAYBE WE
AND SEE IF WE CAN CATCH A SALE
ON TWO MORE LITTLE WHITE GIRLS.
THEY GOT BURNED OU OF THEIR HOME TONIGHT, GREG.
OUR RELATIONSHIP
AND OUR MARRIAGE?
THEY DIDN'T HAVE
SO, I BROUGHT THEM
IN THE MORNING,
I'LL TAKE THEM
IN THE HOSPITAL:
DURING VISITING HOURS.
SO, SHE CAN'T WATCH
THEM TONIGHT,
THAT MAKES SENSE.
( sighs )
( mumbles )
HOLD ON, BABY.
NOT NOW. OKAY?
UH... MAY--MAY I HELP YOU?
I'M HUNGRY.
( sighs )
HEY, WELL, YOU KNOW
I'M TOO LITTLE.
NOW, THAT'S NONSENSE.
( grunts )
YOU KNOW, WH-WH-WHERE'S
YOUR SISTER?
SHE'S STILL ASLEEP.
( scoffs )
SHE SHOULD TRY:
OH.
OKAY. ALL RIGHT.
YOU PROMISE:
MM-HMM.
ALL RIGHT.
OH. OKAY.
ALL RIGHT.
LET'S GO. COME ON.
COME ON. LET'S GO.
WHY WERE YOU:
THAT'S A GOOD QUESTION.
BACON?
YEP.
EVERYTHING:
BUT... CEREAL.
YOU WOULD ONLY EAT CORN FLAKES.
WHAT ABOUT OATMEAL?
YOU LIKE OATMEAL?
( laughing )
CAN I--
IT'S OATMEAL.
OKAY?
NEVER MIND.
WHO?
GERTIE.
SO WHY DON'T I GO
WAKE HER UP, OKAY? NO!
OKAY.
TRUST ME.
OKAY? GERTIE DOESN' KNOW ANYTHING
DELUXE OATMEAL RECIPE.
ALL RIGHT?
PASSED DOWN:
FROM GENERATION:
TO GENERATION.
WON AWARDS?
OH, YEAH.
TONS OF AWARDS.
A WHOLE WALL:
FULL OF AWARDS.
MAKING OATMEAL.
HERE WE GO.
( chuckling )
ALL RIGHT.
( sighs,
clears throat )
BUT I DON'T THINK THA WOULD HELP RIGHT NOW.
( stutters )
YES, I LEARNED THE RECIPE RIGHT.
IT'S JUST--
BUTTER, THAT'S ALL.
YOU KNOW,
EVERYBODY'S A CRITIC.
THIS AIN'T GRITS.
I'M JUST SAYING.
JUST TRY SOME.
IT--IT TASTE BETTER
THAN IT LOOK.
OKAY. WHY DON'T YOU JUS GO AHEAD AND GET DRESSED.
AND, UM, WE'LL GO GE EVERYBODY SOME BREAKFAST.
OKAY?
GOOD IDEA.
( sighs )
( knocking )
( pounding )
HEY, HEY, HEY!
WHAT? COME IN!
WHAT?
NO.
I CAN'T FIND IZZIE.
IZZIE'S GONE.
OH, WELL, SHE'S GO TO BE AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE.
NO, SHE'S NOT!
I'VE LOOKED EVERYWHERE FOR HER!
SHE KNOWS!
OKAY. GERTIE,
CALM DOWN.
WHERE'S IZZIE?!
I DON'T KNOW,
WAIT A MINUTE,
WHERE'S GREG?
HE'S GONE, TOO!
SHE KNOWS NO TO GO WITH STRANGERS!
OKAY. GERTIE, PLEASE CALM DOWN.
HE'S NO STRANGER.
SHE'S GONE!
HE PROBABLY JUS TOOK HER TO THE STORE.
WHERE? WHERE
WOULD THEY GO?
ARE YOU SURE:
YOU LOOKED OUTSIDE?
YES! I LOOKED EVERYWHERE!
Tonya:
THEY'RE NOT GONE.JUST COME.
GREG?
IZZIE?
IZZIE?
IZZIE?
GREG?
GREG, LET ME--
OKAY, LET ME JUS CALL HIM, OKAY?
I TOLD YOU:
HE'S NOT HERE!
ALL RIGHT. AND YOU'RE
YES! I LOOKED EVERYWHERE.
OKAY... LET ME
JUST RING HIM.
OH, WAIT.
YOU HEAR THAT?
YEAH.
Gertie:
OH, MY GOD.
OKAY, SO THEY'LL
BE RIGHT BACK.
WHERE ELSE COULD
THEY GO, GERTIE?
YOU ARE OVERREACTING.
HE PROBABLY JUS TOOK HER TO THE STORE.
LISTEN, GERTIE.
SO WE'LL BE READY
WHAT HOSPITAL:
SAINT MARY'S.
WE'LL BE FINE.
OH, OKAY.
NO PROBLEM.
OKAY. I'LL BE
WAITING OUTSIDE.
HELLO.
THE TELEPHONE NUMBER
FOR SAINT MARY'S HOSPITAL?
THE CANCER WARD.
GREAT.
SEVEN... FIVE.
THANK YOU.
YOUR MOTHER'S NO AT SAINT MARY'S.
BUT THEN,
YOU KNEW THAT.
I... UH...
WHAT'D YOU THINK, GERTIE?
YOU AND YOUR SISTER OFF AT THE HOSPITAL,
AND DRIVE OFF?
MAKE SURE YOU DO YOUR HOMEWORK."
I DIDN'T KNOW--
THIS IS A MASTERPIECE.
IT LOOKS:
KIND OF MESSY.
I'M JUST SAYING.
WHAT YOU'VE GOT.
( panting )
MOMMY?
MOM?
( gasps )
MOM!
MOMMY?
MOM!
SHE'S DEAD.
DEAD?
A YEAR AGO?
YEAH.
IT'LL BE A YEAR
NEXT MONTH.
NOBODY.
IT'S JUST US.
OVARIES FIRST.
THE DOCTORS TOLD US THA THERE WAS NOTHING THA THEY COULD DO TO FIX HER.
AND THAT THE ONLY THING THA COULD FIX HER WAS A MIRACLE.
BUT DIDN'T YOU
HAVE ANY RELATIVES?
AN UNCLE, AUNT?
COUSIN?
I DON'T REALLY REMEMBER
HIM MUCH, BUT...
IZZIE CAME.
LIVING BY YOURSELF?
MY MOTHER:
FIXED IT?
SHE KNEW SHE:
SURE WE'D BE OKAY.
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