No, no, no. No, you listen to me, please.

This so called doctor paraded me around my own neighborhood,

like some kind of a derelict mother who didn't even know her own son.

JONES: And what was hís fíndíngs?

He found what he expected to find,

what you obviously told him he would find.

Mrs. Collíns. But that's not...

That's nothing to be embarrassed about.

That l was embarrassed is not the issue.

The point is that you are wasting time

when you should be Iooking for my son.

But the report is final, Mrs. Collins.

Well, then l want to receive the report, so l can refute it,

before it goes to anyone else.

Fine.

Yes. Good day.

(SNIFFLES)

l'm finished. Could l go to my room now?

Yes.

Good night, Mommy.

Stop saying that!

Stop saying that!

l'm not your mother!

l want my son back.

You're not him. You're not my son!

l want my son back.

l want my son back!

Damn you!

l want my son back!

(SOBS)