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What would we do, baby, without us?

What would we do, baby, without us?

And there ain't no nothing, we can't love each other through.

What would we do, baby, without us?

Sha -la -la -la.

We need to rest.

Oh, wait.

They're adorable when they're asleep, aren't they?

They're like little angels.

Hey, what's all this?

We're playing garage. Yeah, sure.

Oh, wait a minute.

What's she doing here?

That's Barbie.

She owns the garage.

Barbie owns the garage.

Really, she's in Congress.

But on weekends, she's a mechanic.

I think I see Mom's influence here.

She also won the Nobel Prize in physics.

Come a long way, haven't you, honey?

Well, let's get back to the real world, huh? Where's Barbie's apron?

Alex, stop. Mom,

a garage -owning female senator with a Nobel Prize in physics?

It could happen. With a body like that?

Alex! What? What? What's the matter?

I don't want Alex playing with Barbie anymore.

Mom! You heard your mother, Alex. Stay away from Barbie.

Hi. Hey.

Where have you guys been?

At the library.

No, seriously.

For your information, Alex, I'm reading Wuthering Heights.

Oh, that's your mother's favorite book.

Stephen, you remember when we were in college, we used to act out the theme?

Oh, no, please don't.

I'll get it.

Bye.

Rosemary. Hello. Hello, you darling people.

I'm sorry I'm late. I hope I didn't keep you waiting. I hope you weren't

worried. Airplane travel today is not to be believed. I had to wait four hours

for my airplane.

What's the matter?

Why is nobody moving or speaking?

It's such a surprise.

We weren't expecting you. Well, nonsense. I wrote you a letter about two

ago and told you I was coming.

And then I telephoned Mallory and had a long conversation with her about it.

Well, that explains it.

I'm sorry, Aunt Rosemary, but I don't remember that conversation.

What's the difference? You're here. We're here. Welcome.

Oh, thank you. Oh, Elise, you're still beautiful.

Mallory, you're more beautiful than ever. And Stephen.

And you have a lovely personality.

How about me? Oh, am I so beautiful?

Oh,

and you must be Nick.

Uh, you must be... You are definitely Nick.

Now, I'm not saying that your great -grandma Brenda didn't like your father.

did. Just that she had difficulty remembering his name.

She used to call me Phil.

I remember that even on her deathbed, she wanted me to know how happy she was

for me, that your dad and I were together.

And she leaned in, and she took my hand, and she looked me in the eye and

said... I like that Phil.

We were very close.

She was a great lady, my mom.

Held that family together, five kids, no husband.

You know, I think it was your mom more than anyone who pushed me to break free.

Well, you and her together.

You're always telling me, go for it, Elise. You can do it. Girls can do

anything. Anything.

You haven't changed a bit, have you?

Andy and I have a different opinion when it comes to this area, that's all.

Andy, a woman's place is?

In the house.

In? In the Senate.

At two, Andrew?

There's more of them, Alex.

You know, it really was my mother's idea that you become an architect.

You know, I think I remember that day, too. Oh, goodness, I think I was nine

years old, and I was at Rosemary's house.

I'd always wanted to be a dancer. And I was there, and I put on my ballet shoes,

and I danced, and I danced, and I danced.

And when I was through, Grandma Brenda said, Why don't you become an architect?

And the ballet world has never fully recovered.

It's great having Aunt Rosemary here. I love when she comes to visit.

She always has the greatest stories. I like hearing about when you and Mr.

Keaton were kids.

You know, stories about the old days.

I wouldn't call them the old days, Nick.

You know what I mean. Stories from a long, long time ago.

I know what you mean. No, no, no. I mean stories from way, way back.

Gotcha.

But it is nice. one that aunt rosemary has those stories from the the very

recent past when you were a teenager rosemary is always a great storyteller

know the keeper of the family history sort of she'd write letters to everybody

keeping everyone in touch and up to date it's nice you know oh thank you oh

that's a terrific gang you have at least alex the girls andrew phil

thank you Well, listen, I think I'm going to go back in. I

brought an old scrapbook, especially for the girls to see.

Oh, good.

And there's a story I'm just dying to tell the kids about my mom and how it

her idea that you become an architect.

What? Well, don't you remember?

I guess I forgot.

Shame on you.

I want to hear more about great -grandma Brenda.

She sounds like a terrific lady. She was. Is that her there? Yes.

She looked a lot like you, Mallory.

Long, dark hair and hazel eyes. Very, very pretty.

Well, of course, the Donnelly women have always been known for their beauty.

They kept it no matter whom they married.

Yeah, Phil.

Uh, go on, Rosemary.

The legend of the Donnelly women goes back well into the 18th century,

with the days of the handsome Nora Corrigan. I love this story.

It was the year 1741.

A black cloud hung over Ireland in the form of brutal English rule.

It was written that from this day forward, no Irish man or woman could own

worth more than five pounds sterling. You know, the pound closed at $1 .69

today. So, depending on when you tell this story, that land could be worth...

Sorry, go on.

The handsome Nora Corrigan, for that's how she was known, had recently been

widowed. She had a boy ten years of age, and the wicked Lord Calvert had just

given her 24 hours to get off her land.

This was a Dynasty episode.

There was but one way out.

Marry an English officer.

Right.

And give the title to him with the hope. that one day he would pass the title

back to her.

With no time

for courting and the sun sinking slowly in the west, she made up her handsome

mind, dressed in her most beautiful of gowns, her long hair flowing in the

breeze.

Her boot steps echoing on the cobblestones. She strode toward the

the English soldiers were known to congregate. I'm scared.

Who among you here, she said?

Who among you here?

Who among who?

among you here uh who among you here is man enough to marry i know the damn

story don't you think i know it sorry uh who who among

i

forget things

very easily these days

I don't remember well at all.

And I have no idea at all how I got here to your house.

Well, Beverly said no one knew her mom was coming here.

Rosemary apparently missed a lunch date with her and then never showed up for

work. Well, that explains why Mallory didn't remember the phone call.

Well, evidently this isn't the first incident of erratic behavior either.

have been others.

Excuse me, Miss Keaton, but isn't this type of forgetfulness a common sign of

old age?

Why are you asking me?

I don't know.

You were the last one to talk, so I asked you.

There can be a certain amount of forgetfulness associated with aging.

I am told.

But this seems so much more serious, you know, more peculiar.

Something happening to my mind.

Something that would cause this fine machine to slow down.

That's my greatest fear.

Mine too.

Worried about your mind slowing down, Mel?

Yes.

How would you know?

Hi.

I'm sorry for the way I acted for that outburst. I really don't know what came

over me.

Please, please, don't apologize.

That's the last thing that should be on your mind.

Would you like anything, Aunt Rosemary?

Something to drink?

What is going on?

Oh, I don't know.

It started about six months ago, seven months ago.

Things would happen, odd things. I would forget to pay the bills and the phone

would be turned off.

I'm sorry, just by thought of that.

refrigerator there'd be no food i was sure i'd gone shopping and i hadn't and

then i'd i'd start to blank out on things places dates names um

for instance right now i'm looking at you and and i can't recall your name all

i see is this huge dollar sign

it's okay with me And then things I'd used all my life,

little things. I suddenly couldn't remember what they were called. Like,

It was a knife?

Yes.

Exactly.

And then the other day, I drove to the library.

Books.

Now, it's two miles from my house to the library. I've driven it for 20 years.

And on the way back, I couldn't find my way home.

I need help.

Hi, I'm Dr. Williamson.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Let's see, there are some things we really should discuss now. If you'd like

to go... Oh, no, I'd like you to stay, really.

So, um, what is it?

What's going on? What's happening to me?

I'm afraid what's happening isn't very encouraging.

Uh, the tests aren't all in yet. It could be a number of things, but based

your symptoms and the information we already do have from your hometown

there's a very real possibility that it's Alzheimer's disease.

Oh, no.

Alzheimer's.

A little forgetfulness does not have to be Alzheimer's. I mean, I'm perfectly

fine most of the time. I don't understand.

Well, early stages can be characterized by periods of apparent...

What are we talking about here, Doctor? How long?

How fast?

It's difficult to say exactly.

We've already experienced some disorientation.

Rosemary, you didn't remember who the President of the United States was.

I know Ronald Reagan is President.

I just can't accept it.

Look, if this is Alzheimer's, then...

Then what do we do? How do we fight it? How do we stop it?

I'm afraid there's very little that we can do.

Some patients respond to some medication.

We will be able to alleviate your anxiety a little.

Work is being done, research.

But right now, there's no known cure.

Well, Aunt Rosemary's bags are all packed.

Dad's up there with her now.

Good. Thanks, honey.

I don't know, Mom. She doesn't feel right to just let her go like this.

We have no choice. We have to respect her wishes.

Mom, I'm worried about her traveling by herself.

Maybe Nick and I should go with her.

Well, that'll be good.

The three of you will wind up in China.

That's about time. Oh, thanks.

You gonna be all right?

I've been reading about this disease.

Alzheimer's.

It is cruel, honey. It is so bitter.

It just robs you of your dignity, your humanity, your personality.

Lise, you have to find a way to deal with this.

I know.

Ryan.

Um, before I forget, I'm thirsty.

Alex said your travel plans are confirmed.

Yes, he took care of it.

He's quite an organized little guy, isn't he? It's an area of interest.

He also saved me money.

It's one of his special areas of interest, saving money.

He's a good boy, Lise.

You should be proud.

Oh, now.

Don't do that. It won't make things any easier.

Besides, it's too early.

There's time enough for that, from what I hear.

I'm sorry. I really just can't accept it.

Well...

I've thought of some good things about it anyway.

What?

Well, from now on, I'll be able to do or say anything I damn please.

People won't know whether it's me or the Alzheimer's.

You always said anything you wanted to anyway.

And I won't have to worry about who my real friends are.

This will be a time of weeding out those who love me just for my look.

I love these pictures.

There's your mom.

You. Me.

There's Alex as a baby hugging his first savings bond.

There's you and me.

That's my favorite picture.

Thank you.

This is my whole life right here.

My mother, my father.

My grandparents, my children, all of you.

All the people I've known and loved.

It's hard to believe that one day they'll just be pictures of people I

recognize anymore.

I can't help hinting that I should do something.

That we should keep you here. That if I just held you tight enough, I could stop

this thing from happening.

Want to try it?

Can't hurt.

I want you to take over.

I want you to keep the family memories intact. I want you to keep the old

stories alive.

I really don't think I'm the right one for that. Oh, yes.

I want you to tell your grandchildren about us. I want you to tell them about

mom.

It's important. They should know where they come from.

Rosemary, keep the old stories going. Tell them about Nora Corrigan.

Do you remember?

Oh, I remember.

Then tell them about her.

Tell me about her right now.

The year was 1741.

A black cloud hung over Ireland in the form of a brutal English rule.

It was written that no Irish man or woman could own property worth more than

five pounds sterling.

Now, the handsome Nora Corrigan... That's how she was known.

...had a boy.

Ten years of age, and she'd recently been widowed.

And the wicked Lord Calvert had given her 24 hours to get off of her land.

There was but one way out.

Marry a British officer and pass the title over to him in hopes that he would

one day pass the title back to her.

With no time for courting.

And the son...

Sinking in the west, she made up her handsome mind.

Dressed in her most beautiful of gowns, her long hair flowing in the breeze, her

boot steps echoing on a cobblestone, she strode towards the tavern where the

English officers were known to congregate.

Who among you, she cried out, is man enough to marry

me tonight?

Silence. filled the smoky room. No one moved.

And then a young officer, at least ten years her junior, stood up on the other

corner of the hall and said, I will marry you.

And she stretched out her handsome arm to the younger man, and he took

it in his own.

And they walked out together into the night, into the village.

Into history.

And that, of course, was your great -great -great -great -grandfather,

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