American Pastrol Page #4

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in the countryside.

We're not talking

about revolution.

You're not talking

about revolution.

You think about what I'm saying.

I'm sure she's just with

her friends in New York.

Should we call the police?

No, let's give her

some more time.

Swede...

Do you think...

The post office...

- Do you think merry...

- No.

It's not possible.

You told her to

bring the war home.

Well, that was just talk.

I hope so.

A warrant. How many lies

did you tell to get that?

We have an informant

that confirms that

your daughter and

another young woman

placed a bomb in

the post office.

An informant?

Who is this informant?

Does your daughter know Russ

Hamlin, the storekeeper?

We all know Russ, penny.

Do you know Russ Hamlin is dead?

I know it because it was on the radio.

It has nothing to do with...

Hey, hey, hey.

Open that up.

What does my daughter

know about dynamite?

- Mrs. Levov.

- This is a girl.

This is a high school girl.

She didn't make a bomb. She

doesn't even know what a bomb is.

How could you even think

that she could make a bomb

or kill somebody?

Where is she, Mrs. Levov?

I don't know.

- She's been tricked.

- Mmm-hmm.

She's been tricked.

Why does everybody say that she did

it when she couldn't have done it?

She's been tricked and abducted.

Somebody is brainwashing her

right now.

We need to find her, Mrs...

She doesn't have

anything to do with it.

My daughter could not have had

anything to do with this!

Then why did she run off?

Maybe she doesn't even know

you're looking for her.

You know that they've probably taken

her underground already, right?

- Seymour. -It's all right, Dawnie.

Who's "they"?

You said she has political

friends in New York.

"We are against everything

decent in America.

"We will loot and burn."

And on and on and on.

All right,

that's written on a wall.

That's probably written

on a lot of kids' walls.

Not in old Rimrock,

it's not. Not in...

"Our f***ing little town."

What is that?

What are you reading?

Your daughter stutters?

Oh, my god. What does that

have to do with anything?

A police officer in Newark made

a note about it two months ago.

You were present, sir.

Oh, for Christ's sake. That?

Yeah, that.

That and a couple questions

raised by her teachers.

Come on. Swede.

We're the family,

that's who we are.

They have a right to be here.

They're my family.

- Seymour.

- Mom.

Our beautiful little girl.

I know. Dad.

How could this be? Would you

tell me how this thing could be?

Lou.

Make them stop.

They keep saying that merry did this.

Make them stop saying it.

Not merry.

Nobody knows if she did it.

That's right.

Nobody knows.

Let them talk.

You're the mother.

She's just a little girl.

Maybe not so little anymore.

- Tell them, Lou.

- I will. I will.

It'll be all right.

It's going to be fine.

Are you going to be all right?

We said we'd do this.

Let's do it.

Penny...

We got the news like

everyone else, like you.

We're sorry.

Dawn and I, we're sorry for you,

your son, your children,

sorry for this terrible thing,

this terrible, awful...

Whatever happened...

Whatever merry did

or did not do,

all I'm saying is,

I blame myself.

Mrs. Hamlin...

Penny.

I don't know if you can

understand, because merry...

Well,

this is hard to say,

but if merry did this,

and I understand that's the way it

seems then it's myself I blame.

Because I did

what I thought is right.

I raised her the way

I thought best.

I mean, you're a parent, penny.

My god, you know how hard it is,

and then, things

come up with kids.

From inside them,

someplace inside.

How can you know what to do?

You try.

You love them.

And I still love my daughter.

Maybe I shouldn't

be saying this,

but I love her right

now more than ever.

I hurt for her more now...

I don't blame you,

Mr. Levov.

I don't blame either one of you.

You didn't go out and buy the

dynamite and make the bomb.

You didn't plant the bomb.

I feel badly for you both.

The two of you

are as much victims

of this tragedy as we are.

I lost a husband.

My kids lost a father.

But the difference

is that for us

we will survive as a family,

a loving family.

We will survive

with our memories intact

and our memories to sustain us.

We are the same family we

were when Russ was here

and we will survive.

That's the difference.

Police have widened their search

for the missing teenager,

Meredith Levov,

for her involvement in the

bombing of a post office.

Where is she?

Swede.

Dawnie.

I want her to come home now.

Right now.

Now.

Now.

- Now. Now.

- Precious.

Now.

There were three blasts. The

townhouse is totally destroyed.

If there was

anybody else in there...

But the two women who escaped,

they're young, they're white.

"Is one of them merry?"

Why not?

Why couldn't it be?

Mr. Levov, it's been

over a year.

Look, the bombs they were

building in the townhouse,

they were pipes

filled with dynamite.

Well, the bomb that blew up

Hamlins, that's what it was.

It was a pipe

filled with dynamite.

One of the missing women,

we know who she is.

Her parents own the building.

They're down in the

Caribbean growing a tan

while their rich-f*** daughter's

making bombs to blow people up with.

But the other girl,

you don't know the identity

of the other girl.

And therefore it's merry?

Go home, Mr. Levov.

This is my daughter.

We'll tell you.

All right, Mr. Levov?

No, you won't. You're not

telling us anything.

And for Christ's sake,

stop tapping our phone.

There's nothing.

All right? There's one thing.

It was nothing.

What?

Someone said they saw her

at the train station.

- Here in Newark?

- It didn't make any sense.

We thought she'd be

halfway across the country.

We worked it.

It went nowhere.

This was months ago.

Arriving from New York, the

5:
30 express on track two,

5:
30 express from New York

arriving on track two.

"Rita Cohen."

From the Wharton

school of business.

I'm doing my thesis on the leather

glove industry here in Newark.

I'd be grateful for anything

you could teach me.

Mmm-hmm.

Go ahead, feel it.

It's sheepskin.

Cabretta.

It's lovely.

They've been shipped from

the same ports in Africa

for hundreds of years.

You want to learn about gloves?

We'll make you up a pair.

Here? Now?

Here.

I'm guessing you're a four.

Let me see what

kind of guesser I am.

Four it is.

That's as small as ladies' come.

Any smaller is a child's.

Harry, make up a four for

this young lady, British tan.

You're witnessing a dying

business, miss Cohen.

Am I? I'm sorry,

I didn't realize.

Oh, not us.

Knock wood.

No, we've still got the big

accounts, Bendel's, Macy's.

No, I meant the whole industry.

Everyone's moving to

Hong Kong, Puerto Rico.

To cut labor costs.

Exactly. Precisely.

Everybody's hurting.

It used to be that a woman

owned 10, 12 pairs of gloves.

Imagine that.

These are for you, miss.

Slowly.

Always slowly the first time.

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