Here After

She has a rare

and powerful gift.

I remember the first time

I heard Robin play.

It was really quite extraordinary.

- I'm sorry, Father. No problem.

It's time for her to go to conservatory.

Yes, sure. I've set up an interview for Robin tomorrow.

Ah, fine. An interview?

- Ciao. Ciao.

Siì, um... Very informal.

A friend of mine from admissions would like to hear Robin play.

Oh! When?

Uh, she has a small window tomorrow afternoon.

Robin can leave my class earlier.

- That's good. Oh, there she is!

You were so wonderful!

I wasn't good.

No, no. It's the best I've ever heard you play.

Thanks...

Hey. Really proud of you, sweetheart.

Hi Robin! You were fantastic! Good job.

- Marco loved it too. - Thanks.

Mom, I'm hungry... Well done

tonight, Robin. Well done.

- When are we going to eat? Sorry, I have to go.

- Bye, thanks. Bye. - Bye, Giacomo.

Please, come on! So...

Pizza to celebrate, huh?

Pizza? But Marco hates...

I love pizza!

Ah, good! Pizza!

So pizza it is! Come on, let's go...

Uh, Claire, you're more than welcome

to come with us, if you...

Oh, no, no. I'm gonna go home.

- Thanks. Sure.

I have to study for an algebra test.

Oh, she's saying she has an algebra test.

Yeah, I... I got it. Come on, sweetheart.

I won't keep you up late. Promise.

Should I?

Of course! Go, go. Go have fun. Go.

I'm so proud of you.

Thanks...

Ciao.

Have you seen, Marco?

She's so good.

She had a recital tonight.

Renato, you would've loved it.

Who?

Your granddaughter.

She plays beautifully.

Which one?

She's Robin!

Are you married?

You stood in for my father...

Remember?

You were so happy.

Was I?

You want to kill me. You want to kill me, don't you?

It's poisoned, I know. I can feel it!

Was she there?

I'm not going - to eat this! Stop! Who?

I don't want to eat this!

It's okay.

Give yourself a break, Claire.

You don't have to pretend for him.

It must be exhausting.

You're here. It's more than his own son ever does.

Thank you.

What a sweet melody, Claire!

Thank you!

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Robin?

Why is your bike in the hallway?

I'm taking it to school tomorrow so I can ride to the audition.

Hmm.

Audition? Hmm.

Is that what Signor Sagravas said?

He said it was an audition?

He didn't use that word exactly.

Yeah, he did tell me it was very informal.

Mom, if they ask you to come

and play for them, it's an audition.

Conservatory. That's a big step!

I'm ready.

I know. It's just all happening so fast.

It's just an audition, Mom. I'm not flying away.

Hmm.

Buongiorno, Signora Marino. Buongiorno, Maya.

Still don't know how you can take it.

Your mom's okay as a teacher,

but I would seriously suffocate if my mom was everywhere I was.

I don't mind. She's pretty okay as a mom too...

"A mourner walked Among the children"

"I notwithstanding went about As one bemoaning a dominion"

"Itself the only prince Cast out"

"Elder, today, a session wiser And fainter, too"

"As wiseness is"

"I find myself Still softly searching"

"For my delinquent palaces"

"And a suspicion Like a finger"

"Touches my forehead Now and then"

"That I am looking oppositely"

"For the sight Of the Kingdom of Heaven"

Beautiful.

So, a lot has been written

about the underlying melancholy of this poem.

What do we think Emily Dickinson is so sad about?

- She lost something. Yeah.

What do you think she's referring to when she says,

"Still softly searching for my delinquent palaces?"

She's looking for the life she had.

Yeah. She's looking for the... the mystery

and the enchantment

of a world that's no longer available to her.

Okay. So,

your poems are due on Friday.

Please, keep working on them, enjoy the process.

If anybody has anything you'd like me to read

in advance, you can pass it in.

Good luck.

Did he show up with the jail-bait wife?

Of course he did.

Still look like you?

Of course she does.

When I was a teenager!

Some men are such pigs!

Especially the ex-husband variety. Hey!

- Wait! Wait! Take my hand!

Wait!

Claire!

Claire.

No, no, no!

You can't go in!

But I think my daughter... You can't go in!

No, no, no, no...

Defibrillator! - 200 joules! Ready. Clear!

Get her out of here! Leave, ma'am!

You can't stay here! Go!

God, please don't take her from me.

Claire...

I got here as fast as I could.

Oh, my gosh.

Claire, I'm so sorry.

There isn't a pulse.

Massage. Shift change!

Her finger moved.

Her hand moved.

Claire!

There's a pulse! Oxygen mask, quickly!

Robin.

She was clinically dead for 20 minutes.

The likelihood of brain damage is probable.

It's a question of to what degree.

We won't know until she wakes up.

And when will that be?

It's hard to say.

He doesn't fucking tell us anything!

I know it's not easy, I'm sorry.

We just have to wait.

I'll leave you alone.

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA]

You should...

I'll just take them home and come back, okay?