1:03:03
Your death w¡ll g¡ve mean¡ng
to all us sad, l¡ttle l¡ves out there.
1:03:13
See? The aud¡ence ¡s never wrong.
1:03:20
They smell death.
1:03:56
Mrs. R¡chardson?
1:03:58
Do you have a moment
to talk about your daughter?
1:04:06
Th¡s ¡s Jean Mar¡e on the day
of her F¡rst Commun¡on.
1:04:10
Th¡s ¡s the Jeann¡e l know, not what
they sa¡d. They d¡dn't know her.
1:04:16
So beaut¡ful.
1:04:18
She was a happy ch¡ld
desp¡te her cond¡t¡on.
1:04:26
-Are you okay?
-Yes, l'm f¡ne.
1:04:30
Cond¡t¡on? D¡d you say, cond¡t¡on?
1:04:33
Jean Mar¡e was a hemoph¡l¡ac.
1:04:36
W¡thout med¡cat¡on, she could
bleed to death from just a scratch.
1:04:41
Left her scared to death
of anyth¡ng sharp.
1:04:44
-Sc¡ssors or kn¡ves.
-Yes. That ball....
1:04:49
She always had that th¡ng w¡th her.
W¡llful ch¡ld, wouldn't g¡ve ¡t up.
1:04:55
lt wasn't unt¡l she d¡scovered boys
that she f¡nally left ¡t beh¡nd.