American Girl Page #3

and eat the dead?

Jay!

Say "picnic."

Stop wasting that film on those criminals.

And could you smile, please?

I don't feel like smiling.

You'd better smile

for your father, Goddamn it.

Barbie, I don't want you

flirting with those guards.

This picnic only comes once a year.

As long as we're here,

we should try and make it nice for him.

That man is your namesake.

I don't care how many

consecutive life terms he gets,

he's always going to be your father.

I want you to remember that.

I don't think I'm going to

be able to recognize daddy.

You better hope he doesn't recognize

that special glow of yours.

There he is.

There he is. John!

I don't even look pregnant.

Girls! Girls, girls, girls!

Oh, yeah!

Come on, baby!

Come on!

Ah, yeah!

Daddy had some spell

over mama.

She was aware of it,

but what could she do?

She loved him.

It's a thin line, I guess,

between love and resentment.

The important thing was

we were a family once again.

Jesus, you two, get a room.

Hey there, Barbie girl.

You're looking prettier than ever.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, daddy.

Hey, boy.

How's your boxing technique

coming along?

Come on.

Maybe wrestling is more your style.

Come here.

Come on, boy, fight back.

You don't want to look like a homo

in front of your dad's

prison pals now, do you?

No, daddy, I don't want to look like a homo

in front of all your prison pals.

All right, just grab the blanket.

I got us a spot over by

that tree. Come on.

Rena.

You are getting so big.

I'm not that big.

She's just become womanly,

Thats all.

I meant she's just...

yeah, I meant:

she's getting pretty, you know?

Radiant, even.

She don't look that radiant.

You're going to be fighting

the boys off with a stick.

Yes, you are.

Just like your mama.

Let's go over by the tree.

Come on!

Little late for a stick.

Yeah.

Look at that.

You must be Jay junior.

Your daddy saved you this spot.

Spread that blanket out here.

P.A:
please be advised...

due to today's picnic, library,

gym, barber-shop will be closed.

I see you met Buddy.

Hey, this is Buddy, everybody.

Hey, Buddy.

I told you they would come.

Well, come on.

You look a little young to be a lifer.

That's 'cause I aint.

I'm a trustee.

Yeah, he got himself

three years for armed robbery.

I'll be out by labor day.

Good behavior.

Good for you.

Your mama must be proud.

John:
Well, come on,

What did you bring us?

John Junior made his casserole.

It looked a lot better

till mama put potato chips

all over everything.

Well, this looks good.

Game time. Everybody come on

over for the tug-o-war

at the South end of the yard!

Let's go get them!

Come on!

I'm looking for a win here.

We're going to kill them, daddy!

That's an unfortunate choice of words.

I'm the biggest,

so I'm going to anchor from the front.

Jay, you fall in behind.

Buddy, you get the ass end.

All right, I got here.

Go, you guys!

Come on!

Hi, y'all.

We're the Grubbs.

Yeah, Grubbs,

Grubbs, Grubbs, Grubbs...

mother:
Go, go, go!

Grubbs, Grubbs, Grubbs!

Sh*t!

It's all right.

We'll get him some fresh clothes.

You don't mind?

No, go ahead.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Taking care of a little business,

that is all.

heard she went and left you

like she left the one before

you thought it wouldn't happen

if you loved a little more

you could've loved her endlessly

nothing would change

but now you'll have to figure

why life is so strange

you know I been down that road

you gotta move on

and let the cold wind blow

you get another chance,

you get another ride

make the best of what you got

and look on the bright side

it's wide open

anything you dream

is sure to set you free

wide open

anywhere you go

your love will always flow

I know you've been a friend

through my bad times

I was dumped, left in the dust

you helped me keep my mind

but through it all, I fell for you

baby, how I fell for you

daddy!

Bronze medal!

Well, you showed them, Rena girl.

You shouldn't be horsing around, Rena.

You're going to hurt that damn baby.

What?

Oops.

Is that true?

Yes, sir.

Well, that's the best news

you could've brought your lifer daddy!

I'm going to be a granddaddy!

My little girl's going to have a baby!

I knew you'd be happy, daddy.

Mama said you wouldn't,

but I knew that you would.

What?

Is that true?

Yes, sir.

I thought maybe...

you thought?

You thought?

Well, I'll tell you what I think.

I think somebody ought to

knock you upside the head!

Grubb!

Junior, you sit still!

She's going to be okay.

I was just going to make sure that she...

don't you talk back to your mama!

Sit down!

Just calm down.

I can explain everything.

I'm going to have some of that cake.

Yeah, daddy,

I made us a cake.

You did?

You'd never believe how

hard it was to keep that file

from sticking out the sides

of the cake and everything.

No, no, no, I was just joking.

He stepped on the f***ing potato chips!

How many times have I told you

not to make jokes

about any motherfucking file in the cake?

Why don't I take these kiddies

on a tour of the facility?

That's a great idea.

Maybe we'll find your little sister.

I'm not hungry anyway.

What are you bawling for?

You're distracting me.

Just do your business and get out.

Business is slicing my wrists open wide,

so don't expect any privacy any time soon.

You got any hemlock?

What?

Hemlock.

The poison of Socrates.

Effective and permanent.

My name's Rena.

That's an ugly name.

What's yours?

Hildegarde.

Aren't you dead yet?

No, I was just practicing.

Practice makes perfect.

Goddamn, Madge, what the hell's

going on at home?

I guess we've just gone wild

with permissiveness

during your absence, John.

Well, Goddamn!

Please, please

don't be like this.

The girl just made a mistake

is all.

So, what are you

going to do about this?

Honey, she's torturing herself

enough as it is.

She doesn't need me

slapping at her.

So who's the daddy?

I don't know that she knows.

Well, at least

Rena's popular.

Well, John, let us think

for a moment about why that is.

I think it might be that heavy

boy from the wrestling team...

Drugan or Drury...

not red Dugan's kid.

I think so.

That whole family's

never been worth a sh*t!

Baby...

no, no, no!

You know, I know what you're

trying to do, all right?

How are you raising these kids?

Just tell me that.

What the f***

are you thinking?

Well, John, it's easy for you,

isn't it?

You're sitting in here

with your barbed wire

and your three free squares a day

and you get your bump-and-grind

with all those big old strangers

in the shower...

Hey! That's one.

Don't think that I don't know

what kind of party goes on in here.

That's two.

I'll slap your ass!

Why don't you just knock us all out

and get it over with?

Neither of them kids is going to

turn out to be worth a damn.

What, and that's all my fault?

Yeah!

I'm going to be having a baby.

Really?

Well, you look awful young.

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