Liam Neeson describes rushing to the Montreal hospital
"I'd been to Montreal maybe twice before. And for some reason, I thought the city's this size." He holds his hands out in front of him then, cupped like he is drinking water.
"I thought that it was this little comfortable little city," he says.
"And for some reason, I thought the hospital that I was in a taxi racing toward was gonna be a nice little hospital.
But it was this huge, glassy, black place. A Dickensian place, Tom.
"I walked into the emergency — it's like seventy, eighty people, broken arms, black eyes, all that — and for the first time in years,
nobody recognizes me. Not the nurses. The patients. No one.
And I've come all this way, and they won't let me see her.
And I'm looking past them, starting to push — I'm like, Fuck, I know my wife's back there someplace.
I pull out a cell phone — and a security guard comes up, starts saying, 'Sorry, sir, you can't use that in here,
and I'm about to ask him if he knew me, when he disappears to answer a phone call or something.
So I went outside. It's freezing cold, and I thought, What am I gonna do? How am I going to get past the security?
"And I see two nurses, ladies, having a cigarette.
I walk up, and luckily one of them recognizes me.
And I'll tell you, I was so fucking grateful — for the first time in I don't know how long — to be recognized.
And this one, she says, 'Go in that back door there.' She points me to it. 'Make a left. She's in a room there.
So I get there, just in time. And all these young doctors, who look all of eighteen years of age, they tell me the worst." He purses his lips, mouth dry. "The worst."
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