Uh, it's my heart.
Something hereditary we need to worry about?
No, just years of hard living finally caught up with me.
Maybe we should worry a little.
I knew what I was gonna say to you when I saw you,
but now I-I don't know where to start.
Just tell her what you told me.
Bonnie, giving you up was the hardest thing
and the worst mistake I ever made in my whole life.
But I want you to know
that I thought of you every single day.
Yeah, terrific. Why didn't you come back?
You said you were gonna come back.
Well, I wanted to. I tried.
You left me bouncing around foster homes.
I was trying to make money, trying to get on my feet.
It got complicated.
What the hell does that mean?
I was a cocktail waitress in Tahoe.
And I met this guy...
and I moved in with him.
He said he didn't want any kids around.
I-I didn't know this part.
So you picked your happiness over mine.
I was young, I was scared.
What can I say? I screwed up.
No, I screwed up with her.
What you did to me is unforgivable.
On the bright side, she's dying.
You were gone a long time.
I decided to run until I wasn't mad anymore.
我大概跑了18英里 吐了 不得不坐公交回来
I went, like, 18 miles, puked and had to take the bus back.
听着 玛乔丽想跟你谈谈 所以
Listen, Marjorie really wanted to talk to you, so...
Stop. I already know what she's gonna say.
I don't need to hear it come out
of her shrunken little apple head.
Do you not know how to give a heads up?
Sit down and listen to the apple head.
Let me guess-- you want me to forgive my mother
and invite her back into my life.
No, I just...
That woman threw me away,
and I've spent every day since then thinking I was unlovable.
And sometimes you are.
That being said, there might be an alternative
to hating your mother for the rest of your life.
You got my attention.
Come on in.
Thanks for seeing me.
Oh, I was so happy when you called.
You want some coffee?
So how long have you lived here?
About 20 years.
No, it ain't.
No, it ain't.
I guess you got a lot of questions for me, huh?
I don't know anything about my father.
I don't even know his name.
It was Henry.
Uh, just a terrific guy.
Had a great sense of humor.
He was handsome, tall.
Couldn't ride a motorcycle to save his life.
So he wasn't Paul Newman.
And another fantasy dies.
I thought you might like to have a picture of him.
Is that... me he's holding?
What, was I about two years old here?
No, about six months.
So what was your deal?
Well, I just assumed if we're related,
it must be one or the other or both.
Well, I smoked a little pot,
but it just always made me paranoid.
And I never developed a taste for alcohol.
It has a taste?
Uh, Christy told me that you had a problem.
But you seem to be dealing with it.
I'm doing great.
Yes, you are.
...I came here to, uh, tell you that,
um, I forgive you.
Mm, thank you.
No, don't thank me.
I'm not doing it for you.
I'm doing it for me.
What do you mean?
Shirley, a good friend of mine told me
if I could forgive you,
I could fi... finally be free of all the anger in my heart.
And I really... need to be free of it.
Because if I'm not, I'm, uh...
I'm gonna drink again.
Or jog myself to death.
Then we... we can start over.
No, I don't think so.
I-I... Just because I forgive you
doesn't mean I want you in my life.
That's something my friend told me, too.
Who's this friend?
Well, to be honest, she's not so much a friend
as the... mother I never had.
But I'll be damned if I'll tell her that.
Okay, uh, I got to go.
Am I... am I gonna see you again?
I don't know.
I need some time.