The Broken Circle Breakdown Page #2

Elise has had the baby. It's a girl.

Yes, it's really...

Maybelle. Maybelle.

Yes, like Maybelle Carter.

You know nothing about names!

No, no. Hands down.

What's that?

What?

That's not a veranda, sweetheart.

- No... No, it's a "terranda".

The perfect combination of

a terrace and a veranda.

It's lovely. It's wonderful.

Thank you.

Go on. Go on. That's it!

Go on. That's it!

Look. Oh, watch out...

It is the worst terrorist attack

ever experienced by the United States...

Look, look.

Happy New Year!

Are you going to become a cowgirl too?

- Yes.

Daddy!

Put that down, Maybelle.

Give it to me, sweetie.

Don't cry.

Give it to me, sweetie.

Why is the birdie dead, Daddy?

Well, sweetie...

the birdie flew into the glass...

Birds don't know what glass is.

They think that

if they can see through it,

they can fly through it.

Not very clever of them, eh?

Where does the birdie go when it's dead?

We... We just have to throw it away now.

Eh, Maybelle?

We mustn't put it on the compost heap.

It's like a chicken,

it's got bones in it.

We'll throw it in the dustbin. Come on.

No, Daddy.

It's dirty, darling.

Give it to me, sweetie.

I'll throw it away for you, OK?

Do you want to throw it away?

Give it to me. Come on.

Come on. Give it to me.

Give it to me.

No!

Maybelle!

The chemo isn't working.

Her bone marrow is producing

abnormal white blood cells again.

Which isn't very good news, of course.

But, as we've already discussed,

we're not giving up yet.

We will simply move on to

the next stage in the treatment,

a stem cell transplant.

First, we will destroy

her own bone marrow

with more chemo and radiotherapy,

then we will replace it with

new stem cells from a donor.

A donor who is

as close to Maybelle as possible.

Unfortunately, parents can't

be considered as donors.

How did it go?

It was a difficult afternoon.

- How come?

Just after you'd gone

she was doing some drawing outside and

another bird flew into our terranda.

I came out and she was standing there

crying, with a dead bird in her hands.

That wouldn't happen with a veranda.

- It'd happen even more! Stupid birds!

You'd think that it would eventually

be written in their genes.

That it'd become a sort of instinct

passed on from mummy bird to chick,

that when they see a frame they realize

it's dangerous to try to fly through it.

But innumerable generations of birds

obviously need to

fly into that window

before it starts to get through to them.

Bye.

- Bye.

You should try explaining to a child

how come the bird isn't moving anymore.

It's difficult.

- I know.

You want to say people have come up with

all kinds of ways of dealing with it.

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