America Brown Page #2

Miami Storm sensation

of a year ago.

It was only last fall...

That guy, Thompson

from Florida,

I heard he was smokin' hot.

...in just his freshman season.

Maybe the NFL should let him

present himself in next year's drafts.

Smokin' hot.

Speaking of the NBA...

I was gonna go out.

Okay?

'Night.

'Night.

...in a two-to-one, extra innings

victory over the New York Mets...

You know John Cross has

not contacted his mother...

for fifteen years.

Can you imagine not calling

me for fifteen years?

I can barely last

fifteen hours.

Mama?

I'm still here.

I really love you.

I really love you.

See ya soon.

Bye now.

Hey, stalker.

Hey.

Where's your happy pal?

Back at the ranch.

I wanna get drunk.

Wanna get drunk?

I like tequila.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Some?

- Real men don't, right?

- Texas.

- What?

- Nothing.

You wanna kiss me, right?

Watch it, cowboy.

Okay?

Sorry, ma'am.

- Just slow down.

- Okay.

- I'm a nice girl, ya know?

- I know.

What's wrong?

Umm...

I'm not really experienced.

Really?

Swear to God.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

I like you.

That boy was just warming

up last time round.

We're gonna bulk him up

and keep that secret weapon healthy.

Well, we'll see about that.

In the due course of time,

and by the good Lord's will,

we'll try and find an

answer to your inquiries.

But right about now I'm just

concerned about keeping...

Ricky Brown healthy and happy.

When the time's right I'll

apply the right kind of pressure,

provided, however,

the right kind of pressure...

is applied to old Bo.

Come on now, that

would not be civilized,

nor would it be discreet.

I cannot be the one to put

a price on that boy's head.

Besides, I'm sure you have

a pretty good idea...

what it would take for

old Bo to orchestrate...

a choice that might

benefit the future glory...

of your little old college.

Well, that there is

an interesting start.

We'll just let you sit on it,

see if that little seed...

you just planted grows into

a big old money tree.

Uh, that's right.

Bye for now.

Bo here.

Well, my-my-my, when it

rains it sure does pour.

Competition sure

is hottin' up.

When I was a kid,

I wanted to be a nun.

Really.

But I always wanted

children, too.

Can you just tell me one thing?

Did God make this happen?

Make what happen?

Oh yeah, sure.

My bad.

- Pardon.

- Please.

- Please what?

- Please.

- Please what?

- Please.

John, please look at me.

John...

John, it's okay.

I can't.

Okay?

I can't.

This is crazy.

This is my life.

And mine.

Stop it!

Damn, get away!

Hey, hey.

What's going...

What's going on?

Hey!

Come here.

Shh.

Shh. Shh.

Hey. Hey.

Come here. Shh.

You like eggs?

Umm...

Yes, ma'am.

Coffee?

I guess.

You can sit down.

Oh, thank you.

Sleep well?

I think so.

So, you wanna

tell me about it?

About what?

Last night.

Ma'am, I'm sorry,

I just don't remember.

Okay.

Will you play for me?

You know where to find me.

Mm-hmm.

Bye.

- Can I be next?

- I am next.

- I'm a big tipper.

- That's not fair.

That is just not fair.

That is not fair.

Now I...

Keep that sh*t down!

Boy, get your Goddamn

hands off of her!

I told you this ain't

no place for a man!

You little sissy!

Little f***ing sissy, huh?

Hello.

Hello.

Hey. Hi.

You're John's friend.

I guess.

Thinking about a facial?

Oh, no, ma'am.

Just thinking about my mama.

I'm Rosie.

I'm Ricky.

John and I come

from the same town.

I'm just passing through.

I didn't have an invitation.

Even better.

A nice surprise.

- You're French, right?

- Do you speak French?

I know, like, five things to say.

That's good.

Better than nothing, right?

Exactly.

- You speak French well.

- Thanks.

My mom tries to teach

herself languages.

- She's in the beauty business.

- Yeah?

She specializes in

French manicures.

Are you busy now?

No, ma'am.

We could "hang"?

- If you please.

- Please.

Please.

Uh, yeah.

Where are you going?

You said you were

passing through.

I'm not really

passing through.

I just came to see John.

But you said you

don't know him.

It's okay.

I don't know him either.

It sure looked like you did.

Sorry.

Bo here.

Yeah, this is he.

Are my ears deceiving me?

How you been, boy?

How many years has it been?

Quite a few.

Where are you boy?

Come on back, JC!

We're about to do

it again this year.

We got this kid Ricky Brown.

We ain't seen nothing like

it since the good Lord...

sent you down from heaven.

He's got the secret weapon.

Just like you.

Where did you say you were?

New York.

New York, New York?

Yeah. Brooklyn.

What the hell

you doing there?

I'm a priest.

What, Catholic?

That's right.

No sh*t!

To what do I owe

this great pleasure?

I was hoping to get

Mrs. Brown's number.

I figured you might have it.

You mean Marianne 'I Don't

Know Where My Son Is' Brown?

Sure, I got it but, uh...

Why would you want it, son?

I heard Daniel died.

Sure as hell did.

Right there on

the front yard.

Right before my very eyes, but...

Hey, since when did you

care about Daniel Brown?

Nobody liked that

son of a b*tch.

Including you.

Better yet, how

did you even know?

Well, I, uh...

Just hold on a second.

Leon, you are not

gonna believe this.

Did you run away?

Kind of.

From what?

Everything.

Sometimes He gives us

everything at once.

Who?

Him.

And you?

Did you run away?

I walked.

From Paris?

From love.

Were you heart broken?

No.

It was just bad timing.

My mama says

timing is everything.

Do you have any

brothers or sisters?

The only child, like me.

We go?

I'll make you a lemonade.

My daddy died

when I was a baby.

My brother was like

fifteen when I was born,

so he was kind of like my father.

But you said before

it was only you.

Yeah, I did.

Sit.

Please sit.

What happened?

He died.

It was a little

while ago now.

How long ago?

- Four weeks.

- Four weeks.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to see John.

How did you brother die?

They said it was

a heart attack.

They said.

You don't know?

Where were you?

Out.

Out where?

Out there.

International man

of mystery, huh?

Something like that.

What?

I was just thinking about jumping

out of a plane without a parachute.

I might come with you.

Maybe the clouds'll catch us.

Yeah, I hope so.

Squeeze me.

Tighter.

Tighter.

- Tighter.

- You're gonna burst.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey.

Do you have time

for a coffee?

Sure.

What are you working on?

A translation for

a medical journal.

On what?

You really want to know?

Sure.

The long-term effects of

preservative coloring;

comparing European findings of 2002

with American findings of 1995.

Written by

Doctor Hautin of Brussels.

Sounds riveting.

The Belgians are really funny.

That's why we

like them so much.

You know, God gave me the

strength to feel that...

I was worth something.

And that's where

I'm at right now.

I can't disappoint Him

anymore than I already have.

It was an accident.

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