The Vatican Tapes Page #3

Don, we don't label

and we don't raise our voices, right?

Fear not that which kills except

one be born of water and of the spirit.

He cannot enter into the kingdom of God.

That which is born of the flesh is flesh

and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.

Marvel not that I said unto thee,

ye must be born again.

Angela.

- Are you with us?

- Yes.

So, how are you today?

- Can I have some water?

- Absolutely.

I know sometimes the cameras

can be a little off-putting,

but their only purpose is our purpose,

to provide you

with the best care that we can.

So try and pretend they're not there.

So, how are you feeling today?

I want to go home.

You're safe in here, Angela.

And we're going to take

very good care of you.

- I want to go home now.

- And we will continue to take care of you.

Okay?

Father Lozano's

worked in our chapel before.

He tells me that he's visited

you and your father often.

I was fine before I saw the doctors.

This place is making me sick.

- I'm not staying here.

- Okay.

You had a car accident, Angela.

- Do you remember it?

- I want to go home.

- I want to go home. I want to go home.

- Angela.

I want to go home. I want to go home.

- I want to go home. I want to go home.

- Angela.

I want to go home!

Okay.

It's okay.

Mason, we are going to

take her back to her room.

It's too much for her right now.

Hey.

I'm sorry it took me

so long to come see you.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah, of course.

Do you promise to believe me?

Of course.

I was in a coma, right?

Yeah.

But I could still hear things.

Not what was going on in the room, but...

It's hard to explain.

Just say it.

There were these sounds.

And I heard them over and over again

and it wasn't the doctors.

It wasn't what was going on in the room.

It was...

It was another language,

another way of thinking.

You're not believing me.

No, I am.

No, I can see it in your face.

Angela, I believe you, okay?

It's hard to explain.

Maybe it's another language.

What language?

I don't know. I don't know how to explain it.

Something is coming together,

coming together somehow.

Something bad is gonna happen.

And I don't know what it is.

I feel like something is fighting me to be me.

When I walk and when I talk.

What is wrong with me, Pete?

Ange, listen to me.

If this was me in here,

then we'd have something to worry about.

If something happens to me,

I need you to be there for me.

Why do you think

something's going to happen to you?

When it happens, I need you there for me.

I'm right here.

Listen, there's...

Who is that priest?

Father Lozano.

Who is he?

He's been watching over you.

We met him when you cut your finger.

I don't trust him.

I'm scared of him, Pete.

- Johnny.

- Father.

- You're on the late shift.

- Yeah. So are you.

Wait.

Can you go back to Angela?

Give me a sec.

What's she doing?

It's almost time.

Father?

Angela?

It's almost time.

Elisa!

Jesus says,

"Though I stand at the door, I knock. "

Do you remember

the medication you were given

when your finger was infected?

No.

Okay. Well, you were taking

extended spectrum beta-inhibitor.

It's a type of antibiotic

normally used while in hospital care.

Why this was given to you, my guess is,

the doctor who administered your stitches

incorrectly feared repercussions.

So he made a mistake?

Well, I need your help to make sure.

Were you drinking a lot of water

when your finger was infected?

I was dehydrated.

My throat was dry. It still is.

Okay.

Any other feelings? Anything at all?

I was just tired.

Angela, you've been complaining

about night terrors.

No, I haven't.

If you're hearing voices...

You listen to my conversations?

What did Pete tell you?

Your lack of cooperation

during these sessions

is counterproductive to treatment.

The longer we tiptoe around the real issue,

the longer you're going to be here,

and I know you don't want that.

I just want to be honest with you.

Can you be honest with me?

Can you tell me what you said

to the detective before he killed himself?

No?

All right. It says here

when you walked into the maternity ward,

going off the reading of your lips,

you said that

the babies were in your father's house.

What does that mean,

"in your father's house"?

Angela, I want to be honest with you.

Can you be honest with me?

I can't be honest with you.

You can't be honest with me? Why not?

Because you're not.

I assure you, I am.

No.

You want to feel superior.

You leave work

and go talk to your own psychiatrist

and complain about your patients

and your boy-toy

and how he left you to go be with his wife.

But you screwed him after work.

And last week,

you went down on him

in the parking lot of his daughter's school

while his wife watched the school play.

That's your truth.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

That's okay.

I mean, you're not my first patient

to experience delusional episodes.

It's normal.

I'm so sorry.

I think we're finished for the day.

Dr. Richards prescribed

some happy pills for you.

You're not like the others.

What are you doing?

- Is she okay?

- Yeah, she's fine. Come with me.

- I want to see her.

- No, no, no. Come here. Come on.

- What happened?

- They won't tell me anything.

They're saying that

some orderly died in Angela's room.

She didn't do it.

That's all I can get them to tell me.

Let's just sit down for a second.

How the hell did we get here?

Tell me about Angela's mom.

You never talked about her.

Okay.

- Well, she...

- It's all right.

She was a call girl.

I wasn't a customer.

I thought I could help her.

We had this

connection.

Pretty soon, it became just the two of us.

And then I went to Japan.

And eight days into the transfer,

she calls me

and tells me that she's pregnant.

But she wants an abortion.

I begged her not to.

I sent her money to keep the baby,

but months later, I get a call

from the hospital telling me

my child was born

but abandoned by its mother.

Angela and I have been together ever since.

There are some people at the diocese

that I want to talk to about Angela.

If that's okay with you.

- What's happening?

- Take a look at this.

- Where are they going?

- I don't know.

Jesus.

Move it!

Out of the way!

It's okay. It's okay.

Okay?

Roger.

Pete.

- Mr. Holmes.

- What happened?

I have your daughter's release forms

for you to sign.

Great. Where is my daughter?

I just need to get your signature

and then you can take her home, okay?

Where is she? How is she?

I just need your signature and then...

Stop talking about these forms

and tell me about my daughter.

You're good, you're good, you're good.

I got this.

They're not going to help her here.

We're going to take care of her, okay?

We're going to get her

the help that she needs.

Just sign the papers.

Thank you.

She's downstairs.

Outside.

Outside?

- There's nothing more we can do.

- All right, let's go.

- Where is she?

- To your left.

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