[siren wailing]
[screaming]
[Polish]
- Nick, get up!
Nick...
Nicholas, get up.
Nick...
Come on, get up.
Mom, he won't get up.
- Are you okay? What happened?
- I fell.
- Yeah, I can see that.
But... but what,
did you cross your skies or...?
- I don't know. I just fell.
- He's a klutz, that's why.
Come on, let's go.
I'm cold.
- Let's get up.
- Ugh!
- You all right?
You scared me.
Mm, not too much snow,
but there's supposed
to be a big fall tonight.
- Oh, we got a point!
I saw a green ball go in.
- I can't hear you. Henry?...
Don't mess with the program...
No, I'll figure it out
when I get back...
No. No, I reorganized
all this stuff, so just...
don't touch it. Okay?
I keep all the hard copies
in a file under the desk.
You'll find it there. Mm-hm.
- Oh, that was such a good...
- I've been sleeping
in your T-shirt...
Mm-hm...
Me too.
Oh, jeez!...
[kids]: Ah!
- None of us have got a point yet.
Come on, you've gotta get one.
- You're so bad!...
No, you can't do it to me now.
I'm in the lounge...
All right.
I will.
Love ya!
Bye.
One more game, guys,
and then we're going home.
- Home?
- Mm-hm.
- Ah, how come?
- Do we have to? We're supposed
to stay here till the weekend.
- Yeah.
- I know...
- It sucks! Home?
- And I think Dad's missing us
too much. Okay?
- What a rip!
It's supposed to snow tonight.
My name is Nicole
I live in a hole
with lots-
-And lots of trolls
[both]: When they want to come in
I let them right in
So maybe they'll eat my twin
My name is-
[Nick]: NICHOLAS
I EAT LOTS OF LICORICE
I COME FROM-
[Nicole]: Nick!
Are you deaf or something?
You're so out of tune,
my ears hurt!
- Okay, okay. Now, Nick...
My name is Nicholas
I eat lots of licorice
I come from a palace on Mars
- Mom?
You should be on TV and radio.
You're a thousand times better
than Celine Dion.
And a mmmmmmillion times--
[Julie singing]
- He's right.
- You and Nicole and Daddy
are my favourite audience.
I don't need anybody else.
[kids]: My name
Is Nicholas
I eat lots of licorice
I COME FROM A PALACE ON MARS
- Shhh! Guys, hold it down.
'Cause we don't wanna wake
everybody else up;
we just wanna surprise Daddy.
Okay?
[kids singing softly]
- I gotta pee! Oh, too late.
I wet my pants.
- Shhh.
[Nick laughing]
- Absolute...
absolute quiet, okay?
[cat meowing]
Tiptoe.
Shhh! Take her to the kitchen
and get her some milk.
Not a peep.
[snoring]
- Huh?
Julie?
- Mom...
- We're going! Now!
[glass breaking]
[Nicole screaming]
Move it!
Move it!
- Mom... what are you doing?
- Run! Move it!
Get in the car! Now!
-... is this?
You're scaring us!
- Mom! Why are we leaving
like this?
- Mom! Dad's behind us.
- Julie!
- Please stop!
He's chasing us!
- Sit down
and shut up!
- Please stop. I want Dad.
Did you hear me? I want--
- All right! Anybody wants
to see your dad,
you can stop and get out!
Get out!
[whimpering]
I said get out!
- Fine!
- Get out!
You just don't know
what he did.
- Dad!
She said "Shut up" to me.
She's never said that before.
- I know, honey.
She was mad at me.
And it rubbed off on you.
She didn't mean it, she didn't mean it.
It's gonna be okay. All right,
come on, let's get undressed, okay?
There we go.
- You know, it's probably not good
for twins to be separated for too long.
[chuckling]
- You're absolutely right.
You'll see Nick tomorrow
and we'll fix everything, okay?
Get those socks off. Come on.
You better get under there
right away and go to sleep,
because you can't even imagine
the danger you're in.
- There's a hungry spider
crawling up the bed.
Hungry, pinching spider
who loves little girls!
- Dad, please, no.
- Don't blame me, blame the spider!
[meowing]
[footsteps]
- Mom?
[running downstairs]
- No, it's not Mom.
- Who's there?
- It's nobody.
Come on, go to bed.
Let's get some sleep.
We got a big day tomorrow...
and everything's
gonna go back to normal.
Okay?
- Don't forget to say good night
to Nurnies.
- Nurnies?
I thought Nurnies ran way
to join the circus years ago.
- Well, Nurnies is back.
- I remember.
Nurnies sleeps on the ceiling.
Good night, Nurnies.
We'll see you tomorrow.
Good night, princess.
- Good night.
Love you.
- What happened?
- Your curse worked.
- Can we help you?
- No, I'm... I'm okay.
We'll talk in the morning.
- Mom...
do you still love Nicole?
- Of course I do.
Whatever happened with your dad
has nothing to do with Nicole
or you. Okay?
- Why don't you want
to tell me about it?
- Honey, some things...
change everything.
It's hard to explain.
- You could at least try.
- All you need to know
is some things never change.
Like how much
I love you and Nicole.
The important things.
And Dad's not important?
- How about we cuddle
all night tonight?
- Okay.
And guess what?
Nurnies is back from the circus.
- Really?
- Mm-hm.
- Open the door.
Open up!
I know you're there.
Julie?
Nicholas?
- Can't you see her car
is not here?
- Dad, don't give me this.
- I'm not your dad.
She doesn't want to see you.
She doesn't need you.
- Daddy?
Daddy!
- Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!
- Mom went to get some food.
Where's Nicole?
- I came to get you. No use
driving her back and forth, right?
- But Mom says
we're staying here.
- Well, she just meant
overnight.
- That's not what she meant.
- I'm taking him home.
- That boy wants
to fish.
- Come on, Nickers. Let's go.
- We plan to fish
The cod are in.
- Nicole's waiting for us,
buddy boy.
- Okay...
- Okay, look,
why don't you stay and fish,
I'll wait for Mom
and then we'll all go home, okay?
- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah, it's okay.
Go ahead.
- How could you be so stupid?
In your own house.
So now you pay.
- You're a brick wall.
You know?
There's no sense talking to you.
- Sure, Mr. f*cking Scientist!
I am not smart enough
to understand your talk.
- I'll be back
to pick up Nicholas.
- Dad! Dad, is it you? Dad!
Mom...
something's wrong with Belladonna.
We've gotta take her,to the vet.
Look.
- Honey, she's having
her babies.
- Did it look like that
when you were having us?
- Kind of.
I was in such a hurry,
Daddy barely got me
to the hospital on time.
- Are you mad at me
'cause I went with Daddy last night?
- No. I'm proud of you.
[door closing]
- Julie?
- I have to talk to Daddy now.
- But the kittens are coming.
- You'll be fine. I'll be back.
- Mom...
what's going on?
- Dad just...
doesn't love me anymore.
- Okay. One, two, three.
- Julie, I'm sorry.
I made a mistake
and I'm so sorry.
- I called Monica
about selling the house.
- What?
- We'll split the proceeds.
- What proceeds?
I'm trying to tell you what happened.
- We should try to get apartments
as close to each other as possible.
Make it easier for the kids.
- What are you saying?
You're leaving?
- We're leaving.
The twins and me.
They've never been separated
before and they shouldn't be now, so...
I'll let Nicole stay
for a few days--
- Are you serious?
- Yeah, I'm serious.
- Well, this is insane.
This is completely insane.
And ridiculous to boot.
Julie, it didn't mean anything.
It wasn't important.
Do you remember when we were talking
a few months ago about this book?
Whatever the title was...
And you said it yourself...
And I was even impressed that...
that men are not monogamous
by nature.
Remember?
It was at that restaurant
on Main. And you said it yourself,
that... that sometimes,
it just doesn't really matter
because it's a physiological impulse.
Come on, Jule,
you know that's true.
You're an intelligent woman.
- Don't you
f*cking patronize me!
I'm not interested
in exploring your motives.
Henry, it's over.
- Julie, for God's sakes,
it was the first time,
with anyone.
- But I can't ever
trust you again.
You know me, Henry.
I haven't told the kids
what you've done, so...
think of something.
- Julie, I love you.
And I love our family.
Please, just give me another chance.
We--
- Don't f*cking touch me.
- I'm not selling this house!
I'm not!
- All I want
is the crystal
that belonged to my mother.
I don't care
about anything else.
- Are you mad at my dad, too?
- I don't want anything
to do with him.
- Why? 'Cause he's Jewish?
- Worse...
he doesn't care about it.
He cares about nothing.
- But me and Nicole
are half-Jewish.
We celebrate Hanukkah
and Christmas.
I like that,
'cause we get more presents.
- You're not Jewish.
Your mother's Catholic
and so are you.
One becomes someone
after a mother, not father.
- But why?
- That's the way it is.
- I got one!
I think I got one!
I know how to do it.
I'll do it myself.
I wanna do it.
Mom! I caught a cod! A big one!
- Wow. So we have dinner
after all.
- You'll scratch it.
Like this.
Nick...
clean the fish outside.
Just be careful.
Like I showed you.
At least it's good
you are not married.
You'll save on divorce.
- That's a strange thing
for a Catholic man to say.
- And you're a strange daughter
for the Catholic to have.
Mugs up here with saucers.
- Maybe just for fun, I'll mess
with your sock drawer, heh?
Switch all the labels
on your frozen fish. Hm?
- I knew it.
I just knew it--
- Don't you dare
say one f*cking bad word
about him!
If you can't respect the fact
that we've had children together
and that we had some good years,
then-- - How do you know they were good?
- Just because you f*cked around
on Mom all those years,
doesn't mean that everyone else
is like you.
- Did she know?
- What do you think?
- God.
Since we're on the subject,
it's been three years
since Mom...
I'm expecting someone.
- Who? Now?
- I invited a woman from Poland.
I met her through letters, you know...
She's a widow like me,
but no children. If we...
Iike each other, I might...
marry her.
- Marry her? Come on, Tata,
you don't even know her.
- I need someone.
- So when's your
mail-order bride arriving?
- Tonight.
- Tonight?!
But...
Jesus, Dad.
Big week for the family, heh?
- Not that many couples
out there, you know,
have this thing
that you two had.
You worked together,
you played together.
- Keep twisting the blade.
- Honey, maybe what I'm trying
to do here is make you realize
what you're about to give up.
Sometimes we've got to look
at things with a more forgiving eye.
- No! No, you can't.
Not at some things.
- Well, you can't, Julie.
I dunno. You're angry now,
but maybe... down the road, you...
- Please don't.
- Okay.
- So you're gonna sell
the house tomorrow, right?
- Okay.
-... after way too long,
look who's back.
It's Julie McCaskie!
Come on, Julie.
Come on up here and play a song
for us.
- No way!
- Put it together,
for the sweetest voice...
- Whoo!
- So let's hear it...
- Thanks for all the support.
- Come on, Julie.
- Whoo!
- Julie!
[whistling]
Oh, God. Okay.
- Do you remember it?
- Well, I remember something.
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
It's over now
I'm cold alone
I'm just a person
On my own
Nothing means a thing to me
No nothing means a thing to me
It's not hard but it's cool
I feel alive
If you don't have it
your on the other side...
You still got great lips, Terry.
[Terry laughing]
- Right here?
Huh?
- Sorry.
I'm not there yet.
Maybe next time.
- Yeah, next time.
- Another years!
[laughing]: Ten years!
- Can you wait that long?
- No, no, no...
[man moaning]
[woman moaning]
[moaning and groaning]
- Where's Grandpa?
- 'Morning.
- He's usually here first.
[Julie giggling]
I hope she didn't hurt him.
- Do you like her?
- I dunno. I can't understand
what she's saying.
Sounds nice, though.
- And what does Grandpa think?
- He's always smiling.
And she waves a lot, too.
[imitating her doing baby talk]
- Hello.
- 'Morning.
- 'Morning.
It's not my mug.
What's the difference.
Thanks.
You go after breakfast with us?
- Dad, we've been
through this before.
Do you want me to be a hypocrite
just to please you?
Look, I pray in my own way,
okay?
I don't need some priest
to tell me how.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Really, Dad,
you'd make a great crusader.
- Mom don't you believe in it
at all?
- In what, sweetheart?
- God. Heaven.
After you die.
- You and Nicole are my heaven.
- I won't let you to die first.
[tumbling]
- Oi!
[Polish]
- Welcome.
[Polish]
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
I've... Tea or coffee?
[Polish]
Give her a coffee with milk.
- How was the trip?
[Polish]
- She said it went fast.
- How do you know she's not
just after immigration papers?
- Why do you say that?
- With all due respect, Dad,
you're years old.
- So it's my last chance
to feel young again.
- I just don't want
you taken advantage of.
- She always wanted to go
to America.
- These lizards, very strange
creatures -- from Russia.
The females live on their own
without any husband,
give birth to she-lizards,
grow up, never search for boys,
give birth to other girl lizards
and so on and so forth.
Some just don't need men at all.
- Is Mom still gonna help you
in your book?
- I don't know.
[door opening]
- Nicole, come here!
- Mom! Nick! Nicholas!
-... the kittens!
Quick!
- One's all black!
- And I caught a big fish
at Grandpa's!
- Guys...
Daddy and I need to talk to you
about something.
- Actually, your mother's gonna do
all the talking from now on.
- Remember last year
when we talked about
selling the house
and finding a new one?
- So that we can both
get our own bedroom?
- Well...
we've decided to sell the house
this time
and we're gonna make
some other changes too.
And it's gonna be hard.
- We're not selling the house.
And... and...
I'm not looking to make
any changes.
- Are you two getting a divorce?
Is that why you're staying
at Grandpa's?
- No, honey.
Mommy's just really angry
at Daddy right now. That's all.
[doorbell ringing]
Julie...
Would you please go and tell 'em
you've changed your mind.
- I can't.
She's here with clients.
- Well, you tell them
to go home.
This house is not for sale.
[doorbell ringing]
- I'm not gonna argue with you,
Henry. I've made up my mind.
As intelligent as you are,
you already--
- Dad,
are we supposed to feel happy
that we have two homes?
- Yeah.
- The house was restored...
How many years ago now, Julie?
- Uh, six. We moved here
when the twins were two years old.
- Kitchen.
You look terrible.
I can bring them back next week.
- No. No, no.
Let's just do it now.
I'll be okay.
- You're a mess, honey.
- I'd like to get a door
between the dining room
and the patio. It's not
very convenient to go around.
- That's not a problem.
- You could put a fountain here too.
- A fountain in the living room?
- Oh, yeah! Why not?
Or a bobsled run.
You could start up in the attic
and just wind up right down here.
- My husband's just joking.
- Ah, don't forget,
I'm not your husband.
We never got married, actually.
We loved each other so much,
we never bothered
with the formalities.
- Henry, please.
- Worked out great, though, didn't it?
You see, if you never marry,
you safe a bundle on divorce.
- But if we make an acceptable offer,
we can move in as soon as possible?
- You want it, you got it.
Kids, we're moving out!
Pack a suitcase!
- Henry!
- Throw the kids in a box!
- Stop it!
- Okay, we're finished here.
- Hey, wow, where you going?
Don't say you wanna go now.
Come on, this is when the fun starts!
Listen, you wanted to break
that wall through?
Here, let me
help you with that, okay?
After all,
ownership has its privileges
and right now,
I still own this house.
[Nicole screaming]
- Henry!
Are you crazy?! The kids!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's okay. Shhh, come here.
It's okay.
Out!
Out of my house!
- I am calling the cops.
- Good. You do that.
- Are you gonna be okay
with this assh*le?
- How could you do that
in front of the kids?
- Ahh! My God!
- Nicholas!
Nick!
- Nicky?
- Nick.
- Nick, c'mon.
- Nick.
- Is he breathing?
- Yeah. Yeah, he's breathing.
Nicole, honey,
get him some water.
- Nicky, c'mon, c'mon.
What's wrong with him?
- You probably scared him
half to death.
Maybe he's hot. C'mon, honey.
- C'mon, baby, c'mon.
- Nick.
- Nick?
Nick, sweetie, sweetie...
C'mon.
- Nick.
[Nick whispering]: Help me.
- Nick?
- Here he comes, here he comes.
- Nick.
- It's okay.
- Here he comes.
- It's okay. It's okay,
sweetheart. It's okay.
- Dad...
- Yeah.
- You were a real assh*le
to those people.
- You're right. I'm sorry.
- Say it times.
- What?
- "I'm ashamed
of being an assh*le."
- How about... I'm ashamed,
I'm ashamed,
I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed,
I'm ashamed of being an assh*le.
[in high-pitched voice]:
I'm ashamed,
I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed,
I'm really...
I really am.
I'm ashamed.
Come here.
- Here...
have a drink.
- Yeah.
[Julie laughing nervously]
- I'm really ashamed, too.
[whispering]: Please, God,
if Nicholas is okay,
we'll make everything
the same again. Please, God...
- Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting.
I wanted to make sure
I had the biopsy results first.
Yesterday, we released a boy
almost exactly your son's age.
He came in a year ago...
with a...
with a very similar diagnosis
and now he's going home.
- Uh, Doctor, I'm a biologist,
my father's a professor of medicine.
Just tell us the truth, please.
- Well, Nicholas
has a mediastinal tumour.
No, but the prognosis is good.
- Lymphoma B or T?
- B or f*cking T!
For God's sake, Henry, can youstop
showing off for once in your life?
He has cancer! Understand?
Cancer!
So... so what do we do now?
- Start chemotherapy tomorrow.
Now, Nicholas looks strong
and his blood work's back in.
It's all good.
You know, years ago,
I would've said,
"Pray for a miracle." But today,
we're seeing many similar cases
and we're treating them
successfully.
- Jesus...
Maybe I could've
caught it in time
if only I'd taken him to the doctor
right after the skiing trip.
- Honey...
it was only a few days ago.
- Okay,
you can keep Nurnies here
as long as you're in the hospital.
- Spirits Nurnies.
- And butterfly wings.
But if there's a loud knock
on the door and Fothum comes...
- They can't come to a hospital.
- You're right.
Do you still remember
the magic words to undo the spell?
- Elenda chao
tonay.
- Good.
Tonight at nine, look at the
moon. - Nurnies will remind me.
- I'll look too.
Dad said it's a full moon.
It'll be easier
to turn the spell around then.
- Look!
[both]: Spirit
Nurnies.
Elenda chao tonay.
- Nicole, it's time to go.
- Nicole! I forgot
to show you something.
They take the chemicals
and b*mb my tumour through it.
- Show it to the moon.
He'll pour in the silver ray.
- Who?
- The full moon.
- What are you looking at?
- Can I try?
My dad doesn't let us
play video games.
He says it destroys
our imagination.
- Your dad's a butthole.
And so are you.
You talk to girls.
- It's my twin sister.
- Doesn't matter. I heard you.
You talk in some stupid language.
What is it?
Some space-alien code?
- It doesn't have a name.
- Welcome to our planet.
We're so dumb, our language
doesn't even have a name.
How about "Buttbarf"?
"Do you speak
Buttbarf?" "Yes, I'm a butthole
from planet Moron--"
- You're a butthole yourself.
- Here.
Try it.
There! That way!
Go!
No, push this one!
No, not yet! Go, now, k*ll,
sh**t, sh**t!
k*ll him!
You missed him. Loser.
- Why are you so bald?
It's chemotherapy.
You'll look the same way soon.
- Why?
- 'Cause you got cancer.
You get cancer,
you lose your hair,
then you die.
- The doctor never really
said anything about that.
- They always lie.
They can't tell you the truth,
'cause it gives them the creeps.
This guy in the next room,
he died this morning.
Gone, checked out,
vaporized, entered "k*ll zone"
and dematerialized.
He had cancer.
Same as you and me.
- I didn't want to believe in this stuff,
but my sister had it sent
from lndia.
Can't do any harm, right?
Hundred dollars a box.
- Oh, my God.
- But I've had it analyzed,
there's nothing harmful in it.
And it helps Frankie to sleep.
You should try it.
It can't hurt.
- Do you mind?
- No.
- That'd be great.
Since he started the chemotherapy,
Nicholas just wakes up every hour.
- Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!
- Oh, my God...
- Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!
Mooooom! Mom!
- It's all right, it's all right...
- Nicholas! Nicholas, Nick...
- It's okay, it's okay.
- Nick, Nick...
What happened to him?
Nick, baby...
Nick...
- Everybody, clear.
... clear.
- Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
Nick...
it's okay. Don't be afraid.
- Mom?
- Whoa, Nicholas. Hey,
want to be a little nicer to me
and try to respond to the
medication like a good kid?
- I'm sorry.
- That's okay.
- What happened?
- Well, he had a...
a really extreme reaction
to the chemo,
but we're gonna, uh...
we'll try something else.
- You gave me a fright.
- I'm sorry about that.
Is that my hair?
- Uh...
- I don't wanna be bald.
- It's okay.
- We'll get you some
great new hair, okay?
What about, uh...
what about long and blond?
Would you like that?
- Like you?
- Like me.
Or, uh, green and spiky?
What about if I tell you
you'll have better hairthan Nicole?
- Come on, Dad, go!
Come on, Dad! Faster!
You can do it! I know you can!
Come on!
Go! Go get 'em, Dad!
[cheering]
Go!
[cheering]
You were supposed to win!
[panting]: I'm in bad shape.
Not enough exercise.
Too many cigarettes.
You really thought I could win?
- We want Nicholas to be okay.
- Nicole!
- Who told you that?
Nobody's responsible
for Nicholas's disease. Nobody.
Not you, not me, not Mom.
- How about God?
- God?
- Because Nicholas and l
aren't baptized
and we don't go to church
enough. None of us.
- Let us pray
for this brave family.
Three years ago,
we prayed for Helena,
watching her long struggle
with pain and suffering.
Now her little grandson Nicholas
has to face a similar battle.
Let us pray
for his return to health.
But if the Lord
decides to have him by his side,
Iet us praythat he does not suffer
and reaches the other bank.
- Stupid, insensitive
son of a bitch!
You know I don't smoke.
Today just reconfirms
why I could never get into
any of this. You don't really need
all this hypocrisy to believe.
- Believe in what?
- In anything.
Life, our kids...
you.
I believed in you.
- Not everyone is as strong
as you, Julie.
-... and the Holy Spirit,
I baptize you--
- What are you doing?
You have no right!
- Nicole wanted it.
She asked me to arrange it.
- Hi, Mom.
- l... I thought it could help.
- It's okay.
It's okay, sweetheart.
Would you like
to be baptized too?
- Yes.
- All right.
I'm sorry, Father.
- No need. I understand.
In the name of the Father
and the Son and the Holy Spirit,
I baptize you
and give you the name of Nicole.
- But she's already called that.
- Can I be called Gabriella?
- There's always a chance.
Miracles happen. You...
you hear about them all the time.
Remember, Sam?
You've said so yourself.
- l... Yes, I did.
Things are always developing.
New treatments, dr*gs--
- Dad. Julie, what Nicholas
needs now is love and understanding.
- Love and understanding?!
You should've thought of that before!
Maybe none of this would've happened!
-What are you saying?
That... that I'm responsible
for Nicholas's illness?
- Henry, please.
- Please what? She thinks that...
she thinks Nicholas got sick
because I had an affair?
I've had enough of this mystic
crap! Masses, baptisms in hospitals!
She's ready to become a member
of a g*dd*mn sect!
I've been living with a woman
I didn't even know for years!
- There's a lot more
I didn't know about you.
- Oh, I should've slugged
that priest of yours.
- You've sinned enough.
But the child will stand pure
before Go--
- Shut up! Just shut up!
I'm sick
of your ignorance,
your anti-Semitic insults
and your superstitious bullshit!
You understand? That's it.
You think your religion is the best,
you think your church
has a monopoly
on mercy and truth? Get down
on your knees. Let's see
your church make my son better.
- Henry!
This is not the time
for recriminations!
- His mail-order girlfriend
thinks the Virgin Mary is Polish.
Hey, Dad, did you tell her
Jesus Christ
was Jewish?
- I am not your dad!
- Stop it, for God's sake,
both of you! Nicholas is dying.
- I can't...
I just can't believe it.
- Sorry...
Sorry... I know old mythic...
tells me... I also...
seek--
- What is she talking about?
- I sorry. Look.
Big tumour
and no have it.
He touches
and I no have it.
- Who touches?
[Polish]
- Olov, the Russian healer.
[Polish]
- He's famous. In Poland,
they show him even on TV.
[Polish]
- He's touching his hands
and making miracles.
- Oh, stop this, please.
- True!
Two years no tumour.
- Where? Where is he?
How do we find him?
[Polish]
- She'll call her sister
to find out.
- What are you doing?
- Call her. Right now. Please.
- Julie...
Julie, look at me.
Now I know
how hopeless you feel. I do too.
But this is nothing
but superstition.
- And desperation,
because that's what these people
feed off of.
That's what they take advantage
of. Come here. This woman
is a lunatic. Can't you see that?
- You always call women crazy
when they have answers
you can't understand.
You call them witches,
lock them up,
burn them at the stake.
Well... well, what if it's true?
What... what if Bogusha's right
and you're wrong?
[Polish]
- You're not taking him
to Poland.
- Uh--
- So forget it. You're not going!
He's not going!
He's not leaving!
- He's allergic to the chemo!
Nothing else is working!
We have to try it!
- Faith healers. Faith healers!
We might as well put ourfaith
in fortune cookies.
Why spend money on research?
Let's just go stick needles
into dolls--
- Henry, please listen to me.
During the w*r in Europe,
people were saved by miracles.
They escaped death
only by miracles.
All because they had faith.
- Mom, this has nothing to do
with the Holocaust.
[Bogusha speaking Polish]
- Henry, I have to try it.
With your permission orwithout.
- What if he dies over there?
- I tell you...
he won't die.
- Mom?
- Yes, baby?
- I'm scared.
- Why are you scared?
- I don't know. I'm scared.
I don't wanna--
- You don't wanna what?
- Nothing.
The priest baptized me
so I wouldn't go
to the abyss, right?
- What abyss?
- When you're good,
you go to heaven;
when you're bad, you go to hell.
But when you're in the middle,
it's purgatory.
But when you're not baptized,
you go to the abyss.
For eternity. Forever.
- Is that what Grandpa told you?
- Yeah.
He really believes
in this stuff.
- And what do you think?
- I don't know.
But it's better not to take
any chances,
Grandpa got me baptized
just in case if I die.
- You're not gonna die.
Nicole got baptized too
and she's not dying.
She's perfectly fine
and you will be too.
You understand?
- Mom, I just don't want
it to hurt.
Is it going to hurt me?
- No.
- Mom?
If Nicole's name is Gabriella,
should mine
be Gabriel?
- Well, if you want
to get baptized again,
we can change it.
You can be baptized as many times
as you like, if it makes you happy.
You haven't got a headache
or anything? Nothing's hurting?
- No.
- That's good.
You make me happy
when you say that.
I don't want to worry about
what Grandpa says, all right?
- Why?
- Because you're not gonna die.
- I hope not.
- I promise you.
- Spine.
Chest.
Spine.
Spine.
Chest.
Eyes.
Head.
[thunder rumbling]
Head.
Eyes.
Eyes.
Chest.
- He has nothing.
He is healthy.
[inaudible]
This woman, with the child,
blond hair, attached.
Yeah.
- Spine.
[Polish]
- I'm sorry,
I don't speak Polish.
- Come on.
Come on, follow me.
- Spine.
- Alexy.
Alexy.
- Careful.
- Cancer. Chest.
They don't speak Polish.
- Stop.
- Want some water?
Want something to drink?
Are you gonna be here more?
- I'm finished.
- You sure?
- Yeah, finished.
Julie Walking Home (2002)
Moderator: Maskath3
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