[music playing] [dripping] DAVID (VOICEOVER): The word
"camera," my father once told me, came from the
Latin word for "room." "Each person lives
in camera," he said, "in an isolated room
full of secrets." David, something's
definitely happening. Honey, no, that's impossible. First babies are usually late. Ooh. Ira, yeah, it's me. Her contractions are
four minutes apart. OK. OK, we'll see you there. We should go to the clinic. It's closer than the hospital. I'm just going to
call Nurse Gail, too. It's going to be OK. It's going to be OK. You didn't tell me it
would hurt this much! I swear. I didn't know. [sneezes] But you're a doctor. I'm a bone doctor. Wait, wait, wait! Stop the car. DAVID: What? Just think, when we
get back, our lives will never be the same. SHOP CLERK: May I help you? I'll take this. Your wife will be very happy. When is she due? Beg your pardon? SHOP CLERK: Well, this
is a maternity robe. I'm, um-- I'm not married. What? What are you looking at? You. Ooh. [tires screeching] [thunder] Where's Ira? There was an accident. He's fine. His car went into a ditch. He'll be here as
soon as possible. This baby won't wait. Let's get her inside then. Here you go. Very good. OK? There you go. Just try and relax. I'm just going to take
a little look inside. Everything looks good. I'd put her at 10 centimeters. I delivered five
babies in medical school. Each one of them was a success. And this one will
be, too, doctor. OK, Norah, I'm going
to give you some gas. It'll help with the pain. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. [inhaling] Breathe in. Phoebe-- What's that? --if it's a girl. Paul if it's a boy. Yeah. Did I tell you that, David? I meant to tell you. I decided. Those are good names. Phoebe and Paul,
those are great names. OK, breathe in. Breathe in. You're doing fine. God, it's coming fast. You're doing
fine, too, doctor. Just relax. We're crowning. OK, Norah, push. Push. [crying] That is beautiful. He's beautiful. I want to hold him. I want to see him. We better clean him up
first, and then he's all yours. [laughing] Doctor. Dear, is he all right? Is he all right? Is everything all right? He's perfect. He's perfect. Absolutely. Absolutely perfect. Mm. [groaning] What-- what is it? - Norah, it's OK.
- What-- It's OK. It's just the placenta. David. David. Oh, god. Uh, nurse! Everything's fine.
NORAH: What's happening? Nurse, I need
you here right now. David! There's another baby. Give her more gas. OK, Norah. Breathe deep. That's it. That's good.
That's good. It's coming. I can see the head. It's coming fast. NURSE: OK, Norah, push. Push. I'll be right back. [crying] It's a girl. It's a girl. It's a girl. [thunder rumbling] Hey. I'm sorry, doctor. All right. Clean her up, please. But keep her in the other room. I don't want my
wife to know yet. David. Sleep now, sweetheart. You were incredible. CAROLINE GILL: You're a beauty. There's a home
outside Louisville. I want you to take her there. She's a mongoloid. She won't live long. But why? My sister died
when she was 12. It destroyed my mother's life. I can't do that to Norah. [baby crying] DAVID HENRY: Here. It's just off the
highway, about 60 miles. I'll call ahead. I can't thank you enough. [baby cries] WOMAN (ON RADIO):
Unfortunately, the blizzard will be continuing
throughout the night. Please stay off the-- [radio switches to music] [knocks on door] CAROLINE GILL
(VOICEOVER): Dr. Henry? Dr. Henry? Everyone's gone home. I think you should
be going home, too. [truck horn blaring] [tires screeching] [music playing] [baby crying] [man crying in the distance] Hello? [snoring] [man continues crying] Stop! Stop it! Well, don;t just stand there. Give me a hand! Billy, stop it. Stop it. Hold him down. Now, give the strap. Oh, stop it. Calm down, Billy. Hold this down. Are you the new nurse? CAROLINE GILL: Uh, n-- no. I'm here to-- Did-- Did Dr Henry call? Who? A doctor was
supposed to call ahead. He sent me. We're short-staffed tonight. Hold his legs down. If Henry called I
didn't hear about it. OK, Billy! If you don't settle down, you're
going to be in these all day tomorrow. Do you understand me? What was the name again? Dr. Henry. OK, wait here. Let me ask Janet. [billy crying] Oh, you better hurry up. We're close in 10 minutes. Here we go. Come on, little girl. That's it. Good girl. Good. Good girl. [car dying] Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Wait, come back! I have a baby here! I have a baby here. [baby coos] You were so brave. Look at him. Our beautiful boy, our Paul. Perfect Paul. What? What is it? We had twins, honey. One of each? Twin? Where is she? You know I love you, right? Right? Oh, God. I am so sorry. She died as she was born. MAN: Did you forget something? I was trying to
get to the phone. I'm out of gas. Out of gas? Listen, lady. At this time, in this weather,
you're also out of luck. [baby whimpers] Oh, man. How old? Newborn. Listen, you gotta
come join me in my rig. I delivered a load of milk,
I'm just waiting out the storm. Lady, I'm considering that baby. Name's Al. Al Simpson. Caroline Gill. Oh, I bet you have a story. Where were you two headed? Lexington. Lexington? If it's only Lexington,
I can give you a lift. Ah, I might as well park
the rig there as here. If it doesn't put you out. Oh, hell, no. It's-- Um, pardon my French. And, uh, Lexington is on my way. Thank you. He is perfect, isn't he? I wanna see her. Just for a moment, David. Please. They took her away. [sobs] [al singing] (SINGING) He went
down this mountain. Oh, he went down this mountain-- Morning. Oh, hi. Um, I hope you, uh--
hope you don't mind. Uh, I made myself at home. No. It smells good. I'm hungry. That's great because,
uh, I made lots. Thanks. I talked to a friend of mine. And, uh, he's gonna
fill your car with gas and then drop it
off this afternoon. Why, that's incredibly kind. Yeah. It's my infinite
pleasure, ma'am. Thank you. There you go. Well, listen, um, I've
meaning to say that, uh, I'm sorry for whatever happened
with your little girl's, well, you know, her father. Thank you. I know for a fact
how bad men can behave. I used to behave a little
bad myself sometimes. I doubt that. Anyway, um, I gotta-- I'm headed back to Pittsburgh. It's my home between runs. So-- you-- you know Pittsburgh? No. Oh, it's a great town. It's great. You'll-- you should
come visit sometime. Anyway, if you do, let-- let me, uh-- let me give
you my phone number. You know, just in case you
visit, or, you-- you know, you just want to talk sometime. I'm, uh, pretty good listener. I know that. Thank you. [phone ringing] Lexington East Clinic. CAROLINE GILL (ON PHONE):
Hi, Ruby, it's Caroline. CAROLINE GILL: I won't be
coming in this afternoon. I'm-- I'm coming
down with something. All right. Well, don't worry, hon. I'll call in Emma. Hey, did you hear? Dr. Henry's wife gave birth
to a baby boy last night. And a little girl died. She died? RUBY (ON PHONE): Yes. Yes, Isn't that awful? [thunder rumbling] [knocking] Hi, Kay. David, honey, I'm so sorry. We all just rushed over
as soon as we heard. Thank you. I just want you to know that
we'll all be there on Tuesday. What do mean, Tuesday? We, uh-- we all
talked her into it. We think it's the best thing. A memorial? Something small. Something simple. It'll help us put her to rest. Norah, I don't think we need
a public ceremony to do that. She died. There's no shame in that. No, of course not. We need to mark her
presence here on Earth. Who's idea is this? Your little sewing circle? Everyone agrees it's
the right thing to do. Kay called the papers
and the church. It's all been arranged. Why didn't Kay call me? Why didn't you ask
me about any of this? This isn't wrong. You think this is wrong?
- No. Norah-- You touched her. You held her. At least, you held her. [doorbell rings] Oh, God. Caroline. You told her she died? Well, I tried to tell
her the truth, but-- I know what it's like
to grow up in a house with a terminally-ill child. Any joy my mother
had in her life disappeared when
my sister was born. Phoebe only has half a brain. She'll wind up in
a home eventually. No one raises
mongoloids on their own. And why do I need to
tell Norah any of this if she's-- if it's just
gonna break her heart. You mean, it's not broken now? She didn't see the baby. Someday, she'll recover. God willing. And she never will, knowing
that her daughter's dying in an insti-- [baby crying] I couldn't leave
her in that place. Well, why not? Why-- why in the world not? Have you been there? Oh, God. Look, do whatever
you have to do. Um, find a better place
for her, again if you can. I have the birth certificate. It's not filled out. Take this. I don't want your money. It's not for you. Just, please, don't tell Norah. Please don't. Don't you wanna see her? The first goodbye
was hard enough. [baby crying] MINISTER: Though little
Phoebe's body rest elsewhere, we erect a stone
here in her memory. The night is as clear as day. The darkness and the light
are to thee both alike. Thou has set our
misdeeds before thee, and our secret sins in the
light of thy countenance. For the things that
are seen are transient. But the things that
are unseen are eternal. We have committed her
body to the elements. Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord keep her and bless her. The Lord make His face to shine
upon her and give her peace. Amen. All: (SOFTLY) Amen. Excuse me. Is this Caroline Gill's? 3B? Yeah. She called, donated her
stuff, left town this morning. To go where? Didn't say. Just said, she was
starting life over. NORAH HENRY: Thank you. David. Thank you. For today. For the new father. I bought it a couple
of months ago, but, I forgot about
it, and everything. It's beautiful. Thanks. Aren't you gonna
take our picture? The salesman said
it was ready to go. [sighs] Are you seeing someone? What? You're never home. And then when you
are home, you're up in that damn darkroom thing. DAVID HENRY: Come on, Norah. It's the free clinic. My patients need me. I need you. I miss you. You never touch me. I want another child. David. It's been six years. I know. I'm just not ready yet. CAROLINE GILL: Every
child deserves-- Order! --an education! Every--
- Order! - --child deserves--
- Order! --an education. Mrs. Gill. My daughter is six years old. And, yes, it takes her
more time, it's true, to-- to learn new things. But, she can do anything that
every child her age can do. She can--
- Mrs. Gill. --dress herself. She can recite the alphabet. She can count to 15. And yet, according to
you, she's not allowed to attend public school. Mrs. Gill. And she's not alone. Every parent here
has a child like her. Your passion is
admirable, Mrs. Gill. But the bottom line is,
these are mongoloids-- ALL: [collective gasps] We don't call them
mongoloids anymore! ALL: [indistinct protests] If we accede to your
demands, overnight, we'd have a flood of
retarded individuals It's now called Down syndrome. These children are not stupid. - But are they capable--
- They can do everything that-- [interposing voices] --of mastering
academic skills? Why not teach them a
productive and useful trade? [indistinct protests] Phoebe is six years old! She doesn't need a trade. Order, please. Sit down, sit down. One at a time, please. One at a time. In you get, sweetie. There you go. So-- so who put
on your nightgown? Daddy. Daddy? OK. So, what do you
wanna hear tonight? Funny Bunny. CAROLINE GILL: Are you sure? All right. But if I forget something,
you're gonna have to help me. OK. Once, there was a little bunny
who was perfect in every way, except she wasn't like
every other bunny. And when she went for a
walk, the other bunnies would sometimes call her-- Funny Bunny. Mm, yeah. And how did that make her feel? Sad. Sad. So what did she do? She went home to Mommy Bunny. CAROLINE GILL: She went
home to Mommy Bunny. And Mommy Bunny took her
in her paws, and said, everything is different. No two flowers are the same. No two butterflies,
and no two bunnies. And that is why I love you. You're not my Funny
Bunny, you're my-- BOTH: Honey Bunny. You ready to go to sleep? OK, let's take your glasses off. Good girl. OK. AL SIMPSON: How was tonight? Oh, don't ask. How is Atlanta? Why don't you want him
to know where we live? Because I'm afraid
he'll take her back. Over my dead body. Come here. Comer here. Come here. Let me show you some dance moves
I was working on with Phoebe. Only a little closer. Oh, yeah? Mm? Mm-hmm. NORAH HENRY: I've never done
anything like this before. I'll have a lot more
time on my hands once Paul starts
the first grade. Well, my husband's
never at home, so-- well, he's a very busy doctor. Well, I only need
someone part-time. But you're certainly
pretty enough. I'm talking to
another girl tomorrow. I'll let you know
after the holiday. How's that? Well, I promise
you won't regret it. [kids laughing and playing] Hi, Mom! KAY: Hi, baby. Isn't she the cutest? Mm-hmm. I keep telling her. I say, Elizabeth, hon,
you are the cutest thing. I hope it doesn't
go to her head. Ooh! Like a little tomato
juice with your vodka. [laughs] Oops. It's a party. Just need to be a
little more adventurous. Like this. NORAH HENRY: Kay. Honey, if I had
legs like yours, I would be living in miniskirts. Especially if I was
married to David. He's so hot, I'm surprised
you're not bowlegged. [laughs] Kay! Come on, let me
see you goof around. Sort of like you're
about to fall off. PAUL: Hey, Mom! Look at me! Look at me! Paul! You get down from there. Get down, right now. He's a kid. He'll be fine. Don't encourage him, David. Stop taking pictures. We're throwing a party. Come on, honey. You can't just hide
behind the camera. Nobody minds. I do! It's rude. I organized everything. I made all the food. The least you could do is-- PAUL: Help! Help! Paul, stop! Stop it! Get down this instant! Ease up, Norah. And put away the damn camera! I'm sorry I ever gave it to you. Maybe lighten up a little
on the liquor, shall we? PAUL: I can't stay up here. Aah! [crying] Oh, it's all right. You'll be fine. KAY: Are you all right? You look a little bruised. Ah, she's just on
one of her things. I never know what sets her off. Hey! I told you, I can't. NORAH HENRY: Paul! PAUL: Aah! [screaming] NORAH HENRY: Paul! Paul? Norah. PAUL: It really hurts. DAVID HENRY: Show me where. Is it broken? I don't know. It could be. You said nothing would
happen and he broke his arm. Yeah. - It could have been his neck!
- Well, it wasn't-- - Or his Back!
- --was it? Stop it, Norah. Please, just stop it. [phone ringing] DAVID HENRY (VOICEOVER):
Stop it, Norah. Please, just stop it. Stop it. Stop it. You're so good to me. How do I rate this? You're a wonderful
husband, and I'm a terrible, nagging wife. [scoffs] No. Hey, where were you? There was a phone call. Something about a job? Did I get it? I got it? Did I? I got it? Oh, is it OK? I'll be a better
mother, a perfect wife. Please, please, please. Well, sure. What-- whatever you want. Yeah. Mm. So what's in there? Is that where you keep
your dirty pictures? Oh, that's just
insurance papers. Hey, I'm almost done in here. Why don't you get ready
for bed, and I'll-- I'll be right over. OK. Don't be long. Like that. Hold still. It's hot. That's it. Wait. Here. That's good. There. Yeah. Yeah, like that. That's it. Yeah, like that. Wait. That's it. I don't get it. Why take a picture of me
at all if you just want me to disappear into the dunes? It's about perception, honey. About hiding things
in plain sight. We're almost done. HOWARD: Nice camera. DAVID HENRY: Thanks. You mind if I-- Oh, sure. You a photographer? Little bit. Oh, that's a cool shot. Yeah. Yeah, I use it a
little bit in my work, What work is that? HOWARD: I'm an artist. So you take pictures
and then draw? No, not exactly. I use a camera obscura. I didn't think they
still made those. They don't. I made it myself. It's beautiful. DAVID HENRY: That's impressive. Thank you My name's David, by the way. I'm Howard. Nice to meet you. HOWARD: Listen, how long
are you folks down here? Because I love to
show it to you. DAVID HENRY: We've
got another week. Norah, here, is the queen
of Kentucky travel agents. We're here because of
all of her hard work. How about yourself? I'm gonna be here all summer. Kind of in the middle
of a messy divorce. Oh, that's too bad. Well, maybe you'll
come with us to dinner? Does that sound OK, hon? Sure. Yeah. Come to dinner. Thank you. I've never seen
anything like it. Yeah. It started when
Paul broke his arm. First, it was the X-rays. And then I went into
the operating theater with a telephoto lens. What do you think that is? It's not a tree? Actually, it's
the human heart. Here you go. Thanks That was amazing, Paul. You are amazing. Thanks. HOWARD: Got a lot of amazing
talent in this house, David. Thank you. I can't wait to
see what you do. It's a mahogany box
that seals out all light except for a tiny pinpoint which
focuses whatever image you're aimed at back onto
a screen inside. Right. A lot of famous
painters used it. Vermeer. Da Vinci, perhaps. Boy, I'd love to see that. Paul and I are going
deep-sea fishing tomorrow, but, maybe the next day. Sure. Anytime. Though, I am in all
tomorrow morning, Norah. Perhaps you'd like
to come and see it. Perhaps, I could even draw you. We'll see. DAVID HENRY: Paul. Paul, wake up. Paul, it's time to go. Don't wake your mom. PAUL: Well, you heard
what he said, right? He said I was amazing. Which you are. I just don't think
you should shut doors. Are you kidding? Juilliard is opening
doors, not closing them. It's a dream. It's not reality. You-- you know, you've
led a very privileged-- You don't think
I'm good enough? I don't think you can make
a solid living as a musician, Paul. What if I'm the
next Segovia, huh? What if you find the cure
for-- for an awful disease? That's your dream, dad! Not mine! That may be.
I-- But it's not something-- - You think music--
- --you can do. --is less important
than science? What do you know? You know what, screw you. You don't know a damn thing. Paul. Paul! MAN: Come on, [car honking] MAN: Move it! DAVID HENRY: Paul! [angry honking] MAN: Come on! OK. MAN: Move it! [panting] [woman shrieking] [laughing] HOWARD: Go! Phoebe, sweetie, what is it? Time for breakfast, mom. OK, we'll be right down. Why are you two so lazy today? Should we tell her? Tell me what? It's a surprise. We'll tell you over breakfast. [humming] Surprise. Honey, that's so nice. Thank you, sweetie. Oh, sweetie. You made me a card. Look. [laughs] Hmm. Mm-hmm. I did.
I said yes. Come here.
- [excited scream] [laughing] Yes, sweetie. Oh. Thank you so much. Well, will you
be our flower girl? Yeah. [snickers] Oh, man. This place is so cool. He comes here when he doesn't
want to be with us, which is pretty much all the time. He took all these pictures? Most of them, yeah. He's such an ass. He wants my music to
become a hobby like this. He wants me to become a doctor. Dude, that sucks. That your mom? Yeah. Nice. What does she say? PAUL: Got her own problems. I don't even know why
they're still married. Their marriage sucks. Join the club. Did you do that? PAUL: Yeah, when I was a kid. Who is Phoebe? PAUL: She's my twin sister. She died when we were born. Cool. Hey, hey, hey.
Lighten up. What are you doing? Your dad will kill you! I don't care. Do you think I care? Screw him! [crying] [music playing] CAROLINE GILL: He
wants to meet her. What? The latest letter you brought
me, he says, what he did was a mistake, and he wants
to know where we live. AL SIMPSON: What do you think? He wants to take
her from us, Al. I doubt that. I can't risk it. Well, he'll have to
get past me, first. Come on. Let's go to bed. OK, buddy. Here we go. [grunting] You are not
getting any lighter. Dad? I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I just kind of lost it. I can make it up. Just tell me what you want. Hold this. That's you and
your sister, huh? June. How did she die again? She was born with
a hole in her heart. It's just a matter of time. CAROLINE GILL: Oh. hello, yes. I'd like to speak to
the congressman, please. My name's Caroline Gill. Yeah, it's about Down syndrome. Baby, you know what
they told us today? What? Finally, you're allowed
to attend public school. Huh. CAROLINE GILL: Mm. Great, just when you graduate. Great. [clapping] Outstanding work. DAVID HENRY: Thank you. And my greatest thanks to Dr.
Salter and the Winsley Gallery of Pittsburgh, for
supporting my work. Um, I'm a doctor. I understand science. But I'm afraid I'm fairly
inarticulate when it comes to art. My, uh, my son calls me
a boring medical egghead, which I no longer dispute. "In camera" means, more
or less, "in secret." And I think photography
does the exact opposite. I think it reveals
what is hidden. [chattering] DAVID HENRY: But I look at
these photographs, and I-- I have no idea where
they came from. WOMAN: So can one
live without theory? I see the passion in your
work, I don't see the point. DAVID HENRY: Yeah. I-- I don't know what
I was thinking, really. David? Have I changed that much? Do you two know each other? Yes, we do. Excuse us a moment. Good God, Caroline. You live here, in Pittsburgh? I looked all over for you. Atlanta, Cleveland, all those
places you had me send letters. My husband's a
long-distance trucker. He'd pick them up and
bring them back to me. You're married. Yes. Ha. And Phoebe? Is she still with you? Of course. I came to your apartment
that day after the service. You'd already left. Were you coming
to take her back? I don't know. I just wanted to see her. No. You just wanted to make
sure that I wouldn't tell. All those years, you
sent nothing but little notes and lots of money. You never asked about her. Or me. Then out of the blue, I got
some long rambling letter about how you want
her back in your life. Did you really think that I was
gonna let you take her away? That was never my intention. Well, you didn't intend
any of this, did you? [sharp knock on door] Yes? Dr. Henry, is everything OK? I'll be right out. Look, please, I don't
have to tell her who I am. I-- I wanna meet her. She's 18.
- Why would-- I can't her away
if I wanted to. I just wanna know--
[interposing voices] --I even let you near her? --if she's OK.
CAROLINE GILL: She's fine. Is her health OK? Her heart is fine, which
is not what you predicted. She's bright and happy, which
is not what you predicted. She loves to sing. She's learning to weave. You missed a lot of
heartache, David, but you also missed
a lot of joy. Why did you even
come here if you're not gonna let me see her? I don't know. I wanted you out of my head. It's over now. I was in love with you. What are you even saying? What did I ever do
to encourage that? Nothing. Everything. I was wrong. I shouldn't have come here. Wait. [chattering] Wait. Dr. Henry, I'd like you to
meet one of our biggest patron, of enormous benefits. This past 40 years--
- I'm sorry. Would you excuse me, please?
[interposing voices] --contributed so much-- [phone ringing] WOMAN (ON RECORDING): Hi, this
is the Lindstedt Detective Agency. No one's here right now,
but leave a message. We'll get back to you
as soon as possible. [beep] My name is Dr. David Henry. I'd like to hire you to
find someone, a woman who lives in Pittsburgh. Oh, there's a terrific cruise
that leaves for Alaska May, June, so you'll be there
during the solstice. [door bell rings] Oh, I took it myself two
years ago, and it was amazing. I'll be right with you. Well, I can get you a
cabin with a great view, and you won't believe-- Mom? [phone ringing] [gasps] Hello? DAVID HENRY (ON
PHONE): Hi, honey. It's me. I'm still in Pittsburgh. It's gonna take me
a few more days. Is everything all right? Yeah. Everything's fine. How about with you? Oh, I'm fine. Oh, God. I overslept. Bye. Paul! [phone ringing] Hello? I told you not to call me here. MAN (ON PHONE): I
have to see you again. NORAH HENRY (ON PHONE): I can't. It's crazy today. MAN (ON PHONE):
When's David get back? I don't know. Sam, listen, I can't. [phone clicks] MAN (ON PHONE): Norah? Oh, God. Paul. Paul! Paul! Paul. [tires schreeching] Paul. Did you talk to him? No, but he's very nice. He took my picture. Without asking? He was on the other
side of the street. Phoebe, how many times
have I told you not to talk-- Do not talk to strangers. I know. I didn't talk. You're worry too much. AL SIMPSON: Phoebe, we worry
because there are people out there who would hurt you. You treat me like
I'm a little girl. I'm grown-up now. I can look out for myself. [humming] Phoebe. Go away. Go away. You're a bad man. I'm not supposed to talk to you. Any word? No. You call the police? Police won't do anything until
he's been missing for 48 hours. Did you call the
school, his friends? What do you think? I'm not stupid. Why did he do this? Look, I don't know.
I told you that. - One minute--
- I don't know, OK? --he's having breakfast, then
he's storming out of the house? Well, he doesn't
have his wallet, so he doesn't have much money. He won't get very far
before he runs out of gas. Jesus, Norah. - Maybe if you'd been here--
- Oh. Now, it's my fault? I'm not talking
about Pittsburgh. I'm talking about him. I'm talking about
"been here for him." I've always been here for him. We used to go fishing. I'd play basketball with him. Come on, Norah. He hates basketball. And he hasn't been
fishing for years. You never supported
what he wanted to do. Yeah, right. He left because I want him
to have a good education. He wants to be
a musician, David. He's a teenager. They all want-- I'm trying to give him
everything I never had! NORAH HENRY: Yes, and
he hates you for that. He'll come round. NORAH HENRY: No, he won't. We've lost him. OK? [sighs] We've lost him. He's the only child we have
and it's too damn late. And I need to go to the office. If you'll man the
phones, I need the keys. Maybe if we go into
counseling, as a family. It's too late
for me, too, David. It's too late. [phone ringing] Hello? Dad? Are these really necessary? I mean, he's not a criminal. He stole some cheese. PAUL: I was hungry. Paul, sweetie. Thank God you're safe. Is he going to jail? OFFICER: The supermarket where
he shoplifted has agreed not to press charges. Fine. Great. He's grounded. Mom, I have to rehearse. I have a concert in a week. You can't just do what
you did, and expect things to go on as usual. Oh, really? OK, fine. Then, I'm not going home. I'd rather go to jail. I'd rather be dead! You don't mean that. You wanna bet? I am sick of you. Yes? All right. Why? I applied to Juilliard
without you knowing it. Duke drove me down to Chicago
last month so I could audition. And I got accepted. Good. Good for you. I thought you'd be pissed. If it's what you
want, go and be happy. I'm proud of you, son. Mom's got a boyfriend. I know. He's not the first, Dad. You're not coming in? Oh, I won't be long. Where are you going? No place you'd wanna come. [baby crying] [grunting] Robert, Phoebe, that's enough. It's OK. Phoebe's my girlfriend. We love each other. You kiss someone you love. That's true, but that
look like more than kissing. Mom, we're getting married. What? No, you're not. Why not? Because it's complicated. Where would you live? Here. Oh, Phoebe. We'll buy a house. With what? How will you afford it? I have a job. So does Phoebe. We're gonna get married
and have lots of babies. Babies are an
awful lot of work. And Phoebe, you can't keep a
job if you're watching babies. But I love Robert,
and Robert loves me. Why can't we get married? Oh, honey. It's not fair. I know. I know it's not fair. So much in life isn't fair. We'll talk about this tomorrow. Come on. Let's finish getting dressed. Why can't it be simple? Maybe it is simple. Maybe she needs to
move into a group home. She is not ready to
go out in the world. And she certainly
can't get married. I mean, what if
she got pregnant? I don't want to
raise another child. Look, ever since
I met you, you've been demanding that the
world not slam doors on her. Why can't she move out? Why not let her try? Because I can't let her go. I can't imagine my
life without her. Come on, we're gonna be late. Come, mom. Let's sit up front. Come, Robert. Oh, I don't know honey. It's open seating. Why not? He's not gonna recognize her. [audience clapping] DAVID HENRY: There
you go, Tabitha. How's that feel? OK. DAVID HENRY: All your friends
are gonna sign their names and draw pictures on it. [knocking on door] Doctor, Paul called. Oh, excuse me. Oh, he couldn't talk. He just wanted to remind you
that today is Norah's birthday. What can I get you that
you don't already have? How about a trip? I know a great travel agent. Well, you could do me a favor. Well, two, really. I'll do my best. Shoot. You know Frederick and I
are getting married and moving to France? Yeah, I heard. Well, we're gonna
sell the house. You could clean
out that dark room like you've been promising
for the last three years. Yeah, sure. And if you wanna
be really sweet, you can get someone to fix that
drip under the kitchen sink. It's gotten worse, and
the plumber's on vacation. How old are you, Norah? 46. Well, that's good. Because I'd only do a favor like
that for someone turning 46. Thanks. It was good of you to call. Bye. PAUL (ON VOICE
RECORDING): Hey, Mom. I just wanna wish
you a happy birthday. I love you. Bye. FREDERICK (ON VOICE RECORDING):
[non-english speech] Happy birthday. I love you so much, and I
count the days until we marry. Ugh! Aah! Ah! David? David? David? To Carrie? Great show last night, man. You were terrific.
[phone ringing] Thanks. Backstage? Hey, Mom. What's up? Did you get my message? I called you earlier to
wish you a happy birthday. NORAH HENRY (ON
PHONE): Oh, Paul. It's your father. I asked him to fix the
drip in the kitchen sink, and I came home to find
him collapsed on the floor. What happened? NORAH HENRY (ON PHONE): Oh,
they think it was an aneurysm. Something he'd been carrying
around his entire life without anyone knowing it,
and today, it just, broke. What it-- what you mean? Is he gonna be all right? Paul. Paul, he's dead. ds chirping] You guys looked happy. Hmm. We were. Oh-ho-ho. Look at these. I forgot how cute you were. PAUL: Were? NORAH HENRY: You ought to use
that for your concert poster. [laughing] Yeah, right, Mom. NORAH HENRY: Why not? What's this? Hundreds of them. Who are these? I haven't a clue. They're all different, too. So, someone's actually
gonna buy all these? Museums are interested. A few dealers, too. PAUL: Really? I'd like this one. Of course. He'd want you to have that. You can have this, too. If you want. Thanks, Mom. This must be to
the locked files. Why did he lock up
his insurance files? Who is this? She looks familiar. It's weird, though. They're all the same girl. I don't get it. He never had a Polaroid
camera, did he? Who is that? Mom, who's C. Gill? Mom? [sobs] [screaming] Bastard! Ooh! Bastard. I was thinking, you know
that box of pictures of girls? We didn't know who they were? I think that those were
pictures that he took of girls, perfect girls, growing up. Just like he took
pictures of me. He missed her, too, Mom. He lost a daughter, too. Just like you. I found an address
among his things. She's in Pittsburgh, Mom. She's in Pittsburgh. Caroline Gill. We found your letters
in David's office. He died over a week ago. Oh, God. Oh, God. PHOEBE: Mom. Mom, I got a surprise. Come on. Come over. Come, come over here. I didn't pick them. I bought them with my own money. Happy Mother's Day. CAROLINE GILL: Oh,
thank you, sweetie. Come here. Hello. Hello, Phoebe. Who are you? She's your mom, sweetheart. PHOEBE: No, she's not. You're my mom. Why are you crying? Are you OK? I know I'm your mom. And I always will be. But you grew in Norah's
tummy before you came to live with me. I didn't tell you this when you
were little because I didn't want to confuse you. And I-- I wanted you to
know that I love you more than anything or anyone. OK? But you're old enough
now to understand. OK? OK? Come here. Hey, I know you. I saw you play. You're very good. Thanks. What are you doing here? This is your brother, Phoebe. Your twin brother, Paul. Wow. Very nice to meet you. It's very nice
to meet you, too. CAROLINE GILL: Why
don't we all go inside? Phoebe made some iced
tea this morning, didn't you, sweetheart? Yeah. And it's never mixed. It's a real thing. Happy Mother's Day. Wanna see my room, Paul? I like music, too. I got a new record player. I got it from Robert. PAUL: Who's Robert? PHOEBE: My boyfriend. He thinks we should get married. But I don't think
that's a good idea. CAROLINE GILL: He-- he didn't-- he thought-- people thought,
you know, babies like Phoebe, they-- he thought she wouldn't live. He was doing what
he thought was best. You make mistakes, and
then, you try and fix them when you move on. He didn't make--
he couldn't, but-- And I wanted Phoebe to-- Please. [music playing]
