Mr. Smithson: I called eight organisations and they have a wait list for emergency funds. I don't know what to do. I just, I don't know.
Bailey: Mr. Smithson, it's time to stop now.
Mr. Smithson: Maybe if we just go to the airport they'll let us on a flight. I mean, people do things like that right? For a sick child they'll...
Bailey: Mr. Smithson...
Mr. Smithson: No! Please don't make me stop. Ok? Please don't make me stop! Please don't make me stop!
Bailey: I don't want to stop either. But, Jessica is terminal, Mad. In a few minutes her heart is going to stop. Now, I can... I can pump her chest, I can push all sorts of medicines, I can put her on a ventilator 'cause she'll no longer be able to breathe on her own. But, even with all of that, she's going to die. And the last person who will have had her hands her, who will have been able to touch who was going to be me, or a nurse. Or it could be you. So, you don't want to miss this. This next part, she needs her Daddy for this part.
Jessica: Daddy, are we going to Mexico?
Mr. Smithson (sobbing): Yes, we're going to Mexico. Where the sky is blue, blue. And the sand is white. The water's so clear that you can see all the way to the bottom. We're going. Just you and me. No more doctors, no more medicine, no more hospitals. Just you and me. (Jessica flatlines) We're going to go. You just relax, we'll be there soon. (Bailey turns off the monitor) We'll play on the beach all day, and we'll make sand castles. We're going. We'll be there soon, you'll see. We're going to have so much fun. Just you and me. Just you and me.