All language subtitles for Mental.S01E04_English

[ Woman On P.A. ] Janitorial,
call Nurses' Station Six,
extension 6480.

Janitorial,
Nurses' Station Six.

What did you do?
Nothing.

Where are the painters?

I sent 'em home.
What do you mean,
you sent them home?

Do you know how much
ass-kissing I had to do...

to get the board
to approve repainting
the psych ward?

No. But I'm sure
you're about to tell me.
A lot.

You have no idea
what I have to deal with.

Inane questions, like,
"Do mentally ill people really
notice the color of the walls?"

They're mentally ill,
they're not blind.

Not to mention that
I got it on the cheap
from a friend of a friend.

You can still pay them,
if you like.

I know that you think this is
your personal play yard,
but it's a bureaucracy.

It's a corporation.
It's a hospital.
I have to answer to a board.

Uh, can you hold these
for a second?

Hi.
Hi.

I'm Dr. Jack Gallagher.

Oh.
Thank you, Doctor.

They said
it was going to be
an hour or so wait.

Uh-huh. Let's see if
we can't cut in line.
What's your name?

[ Growling ]

His name's Conor.
He's eight.

He was in the kitchen,
making himself a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich,

and the knife slipped.

He's usually very talkative.
He's just upset.

Sure, sure.
Understandable.

He's obsessed
with video games.

Uh-huh.

Why don't you guys
come with me? Come on.

Hey, Conor.
I'm Dr. Moore.

Heard you had
a little accident, huh?

You his mother?
Yeah.
Dania Stephens.

My husband, Ian,
is on his way.
Mind if I take a look?

It's not too bad.
Nothing a couple stitches
isn't gonna cure.

Conor, can you tell me
if it hurts anywhere else?

[ Growling, Snarling ]

Conor, my buddy Rylan here
wants to help you. But you
need to help us too, okay?

He's a smart guy,
but he's no mind reader.

Mrs. Stephens,
I'm going to give Conor
a quick physical examination.

If you'll kindly step outside.
But it's just a cut.
There's nothing wrong with him.

Standard
operating procedure.

Conor, Rylan's not going
to hurt you. Okay?

He's just going to listen
to your heart and lungs,
make sure everything's okay.

I'll be right outside,
honey.

I'll be right back.

How's it going?

Well, David hasn't done anything
but sit in his chair and cry
since he got here two days ago.

Now look at him.

- Hmm.
- You have an opinion,
Doctor?

I just don't think this falls
under the category of treatment.

Milieu therapy.

Patients become agents
in their environment rather
than just passive participants.

Beautifying and reshaping
their surroundings gives them
a pride of ownership.

Makes them more
invested in themselves.

But if you disagree,
I'd be happy to see
some research on the subject.

Great. Have it on my desk
first thing tomorrow morning.

You know, I'm usually
the first to balk at
any change in routine...

but this does
appear to be working.

Where are you going?

To pay off the painters.

Just give me
one deep breath, Conor.

Mrs. Stephens, I haven't
finished my examination.

Could you please
wait outside?

I'm sorry. I just don't want
to leave Conor alone.

- Okay.
- I don't think I introduced
myself properly before.

I'm the director
of Psychiatric Services.

- I'd like to do
an evaluation of your son.
- What the hell for?

- Ian, I'm so glad you're here.
- What's the problem?
Just stitch him up.

He's a little boy
and he's had an accident.

And he's not talking
because you're scaring
the hell out of him.

He's not talking
because he's internally
preoccupied.

Honey, what's the name
of the woman you know
here at the hospital?

Um, Nora Skoff.

I want her down here
in five minutes,

or I'm going to
take my son somewhere else.

Mr. Stephens,
I'd really like the opportunity
to talk to Conor.

We're leaving.

Come on, Conor.
Let's go, buddy. Let's go.

- [ Conor Screaming,
Shrieking ]
- Conor! Conor!

Conor, what's wrong?

Hey!
What's the matter, Son?

[ Onlookers
Chattering ]
[ Groaning ]

[ Dings ]

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Nurse Reagan to Admitting.
Nurse Reagan to Admitting.

How is she?

Fine.
Superficial knife wound.

She tried to bandage it herself,
but she needed
a couple stitches.

She say anything else
about what happened?
New story.

Conor was making a sandwich,
cut himself,

the knife went flying,
and she got cut too.

If that's the truth,
why didn't she say so
in the first place?

How's Conor?
Malcolm's keeping
an eye on him.

He still hasn't said a word.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Dr. Segal to the pharmacy.
Dr. Segal to the pharmacy.

Maria, what are you doing here?
Go home.

No. I have to tell someone.

I have to tell someone
what happened.

Mrs. Stephens,
she say it was an accident,
but it was not an accident.

Where's Nora Skoff?
I've called her.

As soon as she gets in,
I'm sure she'll be happy
to talk to you.

There's no way I'm allowing
my son to be admitted
to a psychiatric ward.

[ Footsteps ]

[ Growling, Snarling ]

[ Roaring ]

[ Typing ]

[ Carl ]
Do you know who he is?

His company,
Stephens Industrial,

has factories
all over the world.

Your point, Carl?

I know the Stephenses.
Maybe I can mediate.

Be my guest.

Mr. Stephens.

Dr. Carl Belle.

We've met before, actually.
My wife and I have a box next
to yours-- the Hollywood Bowl.

Good.

Then maybe you can tell me
why this hospital is
forcing my son to stay here.

Let me get into it,
and if it turns out...

that your son
is gonna be staying with us
for a few days,

I will personally
oversee his case.

Here's my card.

My home and cell number
are on the back.

Of course, as director
of Psychiatric Services,

Dr. Gallagher
will be on hand to observe.

Conor? Conor?

[ Growling, Roaring ]

We're going to get to
know each other really well.

Malcolm,
let's show the Stephenses
to my office.

We'll do the rest of
the paperwork in private.
Yes, sir.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Dr. Pritchey to the
sleep disorder clinic.

Dr. Pritchey to the
sleep disorder clinic, please.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beep ]
Becky? Hold on a second.
Don't hang up.

I'm really glad
you've called.
[ Breathing ]

Haven't heard from you
in a while. I was, uh--
You had me a little worried.

You okay?

[ Church Bell Tolling ]

[ Jack ]
I'm starting to
settle in here a bit.

[ Tolling Continues ]

Truth is, I wasn't sure
I'd last the week.

Can you imagine me
the boss?

Made a few changes.

[ Tolling Continues ]
Quite a lot of changes.

Reckon there
are some people around here
think I'm the one who's crazy.

Becky?

[ Tolling Continues ]

Becky, what's that?

[ Tolling Continues ]
That's church bells,
right?

Where are you?
Somewhere downtown?

Beck?

[ Beeps ]

[ Knocking ]

[ Nora Clears Throat ]

Dania, Ian.
How are you?

How the hell
do you think we're doin'?

As well as can be expected,
I suppose,
under the circumstances.

I'm very sorry
for what you're going through.

We're not going
through anything...

except dealing with a couple
of trigger-happy shrinks
who want to keep Conor here.

There's nothing wrong
with our boy.

We just want to
take Conor home.

This hospital has no right
to keep him here
against our wishes.

I just got off the phone with
the detective who interviewed
the housekeeper, Maria.

The facts,
as I know them now,

is that Conor picked up
the kitchen knife and was
about to stab himself...

when Dania rushed in
and grabbed the knife and
in the process injured herself.

She's lying.

Under the
California Code 5150,

we absolutely do have the right
and the responsibility to keep
Conor here for 72 hours...

if we believe that he may
be a danger to himself
or to anybody else.

Regretfully, we will
exercise that right.

You'll hear from my attorney.

[ Sighs ]
Hey, Mom.

Hi.

Wow, I didn't expe--
expect you already.

Dad and Chelsea decided to leave
on the camping trip early.

Huh.
And you didn't want to go?

Yeah. Because you know
how much I love dirt
and bugs and no showers.

Besides, I wanted to get some
stuff from the mall anyway.

- Great. We can go later.
- Actually, I was planning
on going with Mia.

Can I have some money?
I would like to spend some
time with you this visit.

Sure. Whatever.

[ Chuckles ]
Jack. No.

It's okay.
This is my daughter,
Aynsley.

- Hi, Aynsley.
- Hi.

- Nora tells me
you're in high school.
- Yeah.

How old are you, anyway?

I, uh-- I just popped in to see
how it went with the Stephenses.

They're in denial
and not very happy,

as you probably
figured out already.

Okay.
Nice to meet you, Aynsley.

Bye.

He is so hot.

[ Knocking ]

Yes?

Hey, Dr. Belle.
You ready for us?

You can leave him here.
Wait outside, Malcolm.

Hey, Conor.

Sit down.

You guys
all right in here?

We'll be just fine.

You don't have to sit down
if you don't want to.

This is what is called
an intake interview.

This is where
I ask you questions
and hopefully you'll answer.

It's a chance for me
to figure out
what's upsetting you.

Oh!
You like that one.

You have good taste.
Can you believe that vase
is over 600 years old?

Conor, let's talk about
what happened in the kitchen.

You're a smart little boy.
I know you remember.
Were you mad at your mother?

- [ Screaming ]
- Hey-- Malcolm! Stop!

Aaah!

[ Conor Continues Screaming ]

- Don't just sit there.
Do something!
- I am, Carl.

- I'm observing.
- [ Screaming Continues ]

[ Panting ]

I'm hungry.

Can I please have
a tuna sandwich?

[ Dings ]

Okay, gang, we're here
to discuss Conor.

[ Carl ]
He's a little sociopath
in the making.

[ Chuckles ]
Anything constructive?

Well, because he seemed
to be in his own world,
electively mute,

I thought at first
maybe autism, Asperger's.

But now
that he's talking--

Obviously
huge mood swings.

He seems elated, curious,
then he rages, with no trigger.

I think we're seeing
early onset bipolar.

Agreed. Definitely manic.
We need to start him
on antipsychotics immediately.

Risperdal, Depakote,
lithium bicarbonate.

He's only eight.
We don't even know what
bipolar looks like in kids.

He scored a seven out of eight
on the DSM-IV checklist.
We know.

Fifty percent of kids who are
thought to have a mental illness
today are labeled bipolar.

It's absurd.

It could just be
that there's increased
recognition now.

- Bipolar disorder
is the diagnosis du jour.
- You know the parents.

How is it possible they haven't
noticed there's something
terribly wrong with their child?

It's impossible.

Dania must have noticed,
but for some reason she's
afraid to tell her husband.

He could just be
severely A.D.H.D.

Good point.
Please prepare a paper
on the current thinking...

of bipolar disorder
presenting in children
under the age of 10.

I believe that we need
to start him on five milligrams
of Risperdal...

combined with another
five milligrams of Depakote.

We may have a legal problem
with that. They're about to
file a writ of habeas corpus.

[ Jack ]
That leaves us
with psychotherapy.

All things considered, Carl,
maybe I should
take the lead on this.

Hey, there's no ego here.
Go ahead.

I think I'll get to know Conor
a little better.

I suggest not doing it
in your office.

[ Children Laughing,
Chattering ]

Why did you bring me here?
I like it here.

How come?

The kids.
They're all happy.

They're all having fun.

Are you happy?

I'm mostly happy.

Everybody has some things
that they don't like.

Jump up.

What are your things?

Well,

my sister's sick.

That's not so good.

And I'm not climbing
in the mountains
'cause I'm here in the city.

That doesn't make me too happy.
What makes you happy?

I used to play video games.

A lot.

Then my dad said I was addicted,
and he took 'em all away.

That make you upset?
I guess.

I was happy.

When I was younger, my dad,
he'd take me to his factory.

It was kind of like
our place.

It's really cool.

Then...

he stopped taking me
to work.

I hear them talking sometimes.
He says I'm not normal.

What's wrong with me?

You're just--

You're just sort of wired
a little bit differently
than most of us.

There's a lot of really,
really smart people...

that are wired
a little bit differently.
Like who?

Well, like, uh,

Beethoven, Isaac Newton,

Vincent Van Gogh,

Robert Downey Jr.

- Iron Man?
- Really?

Yeah.

Cool.

Do you remember what you
were thinking when you picked up
the knife in the kitchen?

[ Sighs ]

Yeah.

I was thinking
that I was broken,

like some of
my old video games.

I was thinking
that I needed to be thrown out.

Is that what you're doing
with your fingers? You're
playing your old video games?

I play a new one now.
One I made up.

I started playing it in my head.
I have to get away
from the demons.

I'm trying to run away,
but--

[ Birds Shrieking ]

they keep coming after me.

[ Shrieking Continues ]

So what's the object
of the game?
Where are you running to?

A safe place.

I haven't made it there yet.

[ Dania ]
Conor's not bipolar.
He can't be.

That's inherited,
isn't it?
Bipolar is highly genetic.

Eighty percent of kids diagnosed
with bipolar have parents with
a history of mood disorders.

Well,
there you have it.

There is no history of mental
illness in either of our
families. He's perfectly normal.

Dania, why are you
homeschooling him?

I'm not saying that Conor's
not a special kid. He is.

But in a good way.

Maybe he can't handle
the pressures
of a large classroom,

but at home, with me
and his tutors, he's testing
way above grade average.

Stop.

- We don't have to
explain ourselves to you.
- No.

But you can't ignore
the symptoms.

Distractibility,
hyperactivity,
explosive rages,

separation anxiety, mood swings,
depression, low self-esteem.

Did it ever occur to you people
that this just might be a phase
he's going through?

Show me a kid
who doesn't throw a tantrum.

And everyone gets depressed
now and then.

Yeah.

But how many
eight-year-old kids
consider suicide?

He was just... playing.

Are you willing
to bet his life on that?

If you're refusing
to let us start him
on a course of medication,

please let us do
a brain scan.

Actually, they've just done
some extraordinary
research pointing out--

Conor doesn't need
a brain scan.

He needs to come home.

Mr. Stephens,
how much time have you spent
with your son lately?

What?

It's understandable,
what with your schedule--

Have you been around long enough
to even notice that he's--

How dare you?
You've been treating my son
for, what, a couple of hours?

This is my son.
I was there when he was born.

I rocked him to sleep
every night, read him stories,
took him to the ball game,

taught him
how to tie his shoes.

I did everything,
everything that a father
is supposed to do with his son.

Did. In the past.

What about now?

Let's go.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Typing ]

[ Printer Whirring ]

[ Door Opens ]
Aynsley.

Mom! Can you please knock
before you come in?

Why? What are you doing
that I'm not
supposed to see?

I need privacy. I know
I don't live here anymore, but
it's still my room, isn't it?

Yeah. I just wanted
to tell you that dinner
will be ready in an hour.

Okay.
I'm gonna go for a jog.

I'll be back. Bye.

[ Church Bell Tolling,
Faint ]

[ Tolling Continues ]

[ Dings ]

[ Conor Screaming ]

Calm down, calm down,
calm down, calm down.

Calm down.

Okay,
I'm gonna let you go.
All right?

What happened?

We were just
shooting hoops.

He started to get angry
because he wasn't
making any baskets.

I told him it was okay,
but he just kept saying over
and over that he was stupid.

He started hitting,
and I just--

Okay.
Give us a minute.

Hey, Conor.

What's going on?

I'm so dumb.

I can't do
anything right.

Hey, everybody's
got a temper.

You too?
Oh, yeah.

Big time.

We just need to find a way
for you to control it.

I can't.

Once it starts,

I can't stop.

Okay. Come here.

Then we need to find something
for you to concentrate on...

whenever you start to
feel that anger take over.

Here's what
we're going to do.

How about you
play your video game?

Only this time, we're going to
give you some upgrades, okay?

What are you
wearing in the game?
T-shirt and jeans.

Kind of like this?
Yeah.

And are you
carrying anything?
Like maybe a backpack?

No.

Well,
let's say you are.
Why?

'Cause then we can put
some stuff in it.

Cool.

What's up?

The attorney
for the Stephenses called.

Maria, the nanny, recanted.

- Oh, what a shocker.
- They probably threatened her
with deportation.

Anyway,
they got a judge
to sign the writ,

and after the 72-hour hold,
we have to set Conor free.

Damn it, Nora,
I'm making progress.

[ Groans ]

If I even had
two weeks with this kid,
I could sort him out.

We have
no legal standing.

So what?
We just wait around until
he hurts someone or himself?

Convince his parents.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Actually, I'm not fine.

I need some advice.

What am I, chopped liver?

- [ Jack ]
She didn't try to hide it?
- She didn't think I'd snoop.

I've never done that
before.
[ Clears Throat ]

You hear all this stuff
about kids and predators
on the Internet.

I think she wanted you
to find it.

It's like the rich kid
who steals a pair of sunglasses
and gets caught.

How'd she handle the divorce?

She says she understood.

In fact, she was the only girl
in her clique whose parents
were still married.

But I was sick.

Sick?
What do you mean, sick?

Uh, well, I had cancer.

Myeloma.

I'm in complete
remission now.

Why didn't you tell me?

Before I hired you,
the subject just didn't come up.

Fine.

So you got sick,
you got treatment,

then you filed for divorce?

I was in the hospital,
being treated with chemo,

and I thought
while they were zapping
all those cancer cells...

I would get rid of
everything else in my life
that was unhealthy,

including my marriage.

And Aynsley was there
through it all?

[ Clears Throat ]
I tried to shelter her from it.

She's such a beautiful girl,

and she's very good
in school, and...

she's very popular.

That's how you see her.

How does she see herself?

- Ian! Hey! How are you?
- Hope you don't mind.

No.
You gave me your card.

Of course not. Glad you came.
Please, have a seat.
Have you seen Conor today?

I'm waiting for Dania.

Speaking of which,

my wife and I would love
to have the two of you
over for dinner.

I have
this beautiful Lafite.

This is after Conor
has been released
and back home, of course.

Actually,

this whole thing's been
pretty tough on Dania and me.

I don't think we're going to be
socializing anytime soon.

Oh, no, of course.
Of course not.

You know, in my business,

if there's a problem,
I fix it.

But this--

Conor will improve.

Wish I could say the same thing
for me and Dania.

How does this happen?

You're goin' along,
day after day,
thinking everything's fine.

Then out of nowhere--
Ian.

I don't think
that this is out of nowhere.

Listen,
I'm just gonna be
honest with you.

I think you need to sit down and
have a very straightforward
conversation with Dania.

This condition,

this manic depression,
this bipolarism, it doesn't
just come on overnight.

You're absolutely right, Doctor.

[ Malcolm ]
Remember, Doc,
we gotta make this quick.

[ Sighs ]
Thanks, Jesus.

You're welcome.
You got my tickets?

Come on, man.
Floor seats.
My man!

[ Conor Grunts ]
Hey.

Thanks, Malc.
No problem, Doc.

I owe you one.
How you doin',
little bro?

I'm scared.

Why don't you close your eyes
and play the game?
It'll take your mind off it.

- Okay.
- I'll be waiting
right over here.

Good boy.

[ Machine Clanking ]

[ Birds Shrieking ]

You're doing great, Conor.
Just relax.

[ Cackling ]

[ Electronic Voices,
Indistinct ]

Conor, are you okay?
Are you playing the game?

Do you remember the backpack
we talked about?

Look for it.
It'll be there.

Put it on.
I know it's a little bit scary.

[ Electronic Voices Continue,
Indistinct, Laughing ]

[ Conor ]
I can't, Jack. I can't!

How long
for the readout?

Uh, I don't know.
About a day or so.

Any chance
we can rush it?

You like
the Clippers?
[ Chuckling ]

Any other presentations, theses,
papers you want written?

Not at the moment.

Hold on a second.

Conor, Malcolm
will take you back up.

I'll come up and play
the game later. Okay?
Okay.

Jack?
Mm-hmm?

If that machine I was in
finds something wrong with
my brain, can I get a new one?

We can't give you
a new one, Conor.

But you know what?
We can make the one you've got
work a lot better.

But I don't want to be
like this anymore.
Trust me.

We're gonna make it right.

Thanks, Malcolm.

At ease, soldier.
Feel free to speak your mind.

Fine.
Get off my ass.

You take every opportunity
to test me,
to pile work on me. Why?

Because I don't know
why you're here.

Most of the time,
I just feel like
you're phoning it in.

Were all the dermatology
residencies filled?

You just biding your time
until one opens up?

Is it because I don't
always agree with you?

It's because when you disagree,
you don't fight for it.

If we're not going to fight
for these patients, who is?

I'm a good doctor.
I do everything
that's asked of me here.

It's not enough.
Look, I get it.
Psychiatry's different.

It's not like we get
the immediate gratification
of mending a broken bone...

or performing a successful lung
transplant or even cutting away
20 years worth of wrinkles.

It's rare that
we ever actually cure anyone.

But even so,
you have to find the enthusiasm
to stay in the game.

I'll get my pom-poms
out of storage.

Psychiatry's a calling.
I'm not convinced you've got it.

Tell me about
those pom-pom things.

Hey. What are you
doing home so early?

That's my computer.
You have no right to--

Is this the way
you see yourself?
This is lame.

- I'm out of here.
I'd rather be at Dad's than--
- Than what?

Have an honest conversation
with me?

You're going to talk to me
about being honest?

You had cancer,
and you almost died,

but you wouldn't even
let me in the hospital.

I didn't want you to
have to see me that way.

You're my mother.

You should've known I could
handle it and not shut me out
and shuttle me off to Dad's.

I'm, like,

totally alone.

I have no family
right now.

I come here,
and you want to hang out
like my B.F.F.,

and I go to Dad's, and all
he cares about is his hottie
and her two psycho kids.

I made a mistake.

I should've talked to you about
my illness, and I should have
included you in my recovery.

I never meant to hurt you.

I love you more than anything.

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Attention, Security.
We have a missing child.

Answers to the name of Conor.

Security, a missing child.
His name is Conor.

What the hell's going on?
Conor's gone.

What?
I was taking him to the ward,
but he said he had to pee,

so I took him
to the men's room in the lobby.

I was waiting outside.
He must've snuck out.

They searched
the whole hospital.
Now they're combing the streets.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
Report any sighting
immediately.

Ian, uh, I'm so sorry.

There's something
I need to tell you.

Something
even Dania doesn't know.

Who was it?

My mother.

She was committed
to a mental institution
when I was 16.

I remember my sister and I
would come home from school...

and sometimes my dad
wouldn't let us into the house
for hours...

because my mom was having
one of her "fits."

Ian, I know what it's like
to have mental illness
in the family.

Conor's a great kid.
He's got a chance to have
a really happy life.

What did he say to me?
He said--

He said the happiest time
in his life was with you
at one of your, uh--

one of your factories.

Is there one nearby?
Yes.

[ Dings ]

You go that way.

Conor! Conor!

Conor!

[ Ian ]
Conor, please answer me.

Conor, are you here?

Conor, it's Daddy.
Please tell me
if you're in here.

Conor!

[ Electronic Voices,
Indistinct ]

[ Robots Laughing ]

[ Electronic Voices
Continue, Indistinct ]

** [ Electronic Fanfare ]

Conor!

Conor,
look in your backpack!

It's got everything
you need to win!

[ Growling ]

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Bird Shrieking ]

[ Electronic Voices
Continue, Indistinct ]

Conor, wait!

- [ Thunderclap ]
- [ Machine Rumbling ]

[ Cackling ]

[ Roaring ]

Finish it, Conor!

[ Roaring Continues ]

[ Weapon Firing ]

[ Ice Cracking ]

** [ Electronic Fanfare ]

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Conor Groaning ]

I did it, Jack!
I won the game!

That's great, Conor.
That's just great.

I'm here, Son.

This is a normal brain,

and this is Conor's brain.

My God.

These scans aren't
100% accurate,

but these results,
in combination with
the symptoms he's presenting--

Listen, if Conor was diabetic,
wouldn't you give him insulin?

He needs medication.

It might take us a little time
to find out the right mix, but--

Okay.
We'll start right away.

- Is there anything else
I can do?
- You might try tickling him.

Scientists have been testing
rats and recording the sounds
they make when they're tickled.

They're actually laughing.

It's going to be okay,
Dania.

Is this, uh,
a-a lifelong thing?

I mean,
will he get better?

There is no cure, as such.

But medication can
and will help.

I--
I need some time.

Dania. Dania,
where are you going?

I'll call you.

[ Clicks Tongue ]

It's a lot for her
to take in.

Hey, hey.
[ Conor ]
Hi.

Guess what.
It's time to go home.

You mean we can't play
the game anymore?

You know what?
Maybe someday a lot of people
will play your game.

Maybe millions of people.

If you can create it
in your head,
you can create it on paper.

Cool.

I think you can do anything
you set your mind to.

Where's Mom?

We'll see her later.

Okay.

Thanks for the cards.
You're welcome.

Thank you.
I'll see you soon.

[ Laughing ]

[ Nora ] Yeah, well,
I think the rest of your day
looks fine.

Hey, hey!

You, uh--
You sticking around
for a while?

Maybe.
Well, I hope so.

And where are you ladies
off to?

Dinner.
You want to come?

Um, I'd love to,
but maybe another time.

Have fun, though.

He is so hot.
[ Laughing ]

I know, I know.
Mom!

No, I know!
Mom!

[ Church Bell Tolling ]

[ Tolling Continues ]

[ Dings ]

[ Child ]
Show's on!