American Pastrol Page #5

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Feel how it expands

when you make a fist.

Thank you.

She wants her

Audrey Hepburn scrapbook.

- Talk to me.

- Not near the house.

Swede, what is it?

Somebody came to me from merry.

She's all right?

Where is she?

I don't know. I don't know

where she is, but this person,

this little person, she

looked younger than merry,

she wants to meet me tomorrow.

- Merry?

- No, this Rita person.

She wants me to meet her

in a parking lot downtown.

She gave me all

these instructions.

"Drive through the park. Make

sure you're not followed."

Agents. Are you

going to tell the agents?

I don't know. I don't

know what to do, Dawn.

She knew about

the Audrey Hepburn pictures.

She knew about

the stuttering books,

the ballet classes, the cows.

This girl, she could

lead us to merry.

Where are the cows?

- What? -The cows,

where are they?

I sold them.

I'm selling them.

Why would you sell your cows?

You can't tell the agents,

Swede.

This girl,

just do whatever she says.

Please.

Why are you

wearing merry's coat?

She gave it to me.

Surely, you can...

Surely, you can now tell

me something about merry.

I surely cannot.

I would like to speak with her.

Well, she wouldn't

like to speak with you.

She hates you.

Does she?

Thinks you ought to be shot.

Yes? That, too?

Swede Levov.

How much do you pay the workers

in your factory in Puerto Rico?

I don't have a factory in Puerto Rico.

I stayed right here.

How much do you pay

the women going blind

stitching gloves for the

ladies at Bendel's and Macy's?

You've seen how unhappy

my employees are.

That's why they've worked

for me for 40 years,

because they're so exploited.

Who are you? You don't even

know what you're talking about.

You own your people.

You own them, you use them,

you sleep with them,

and then when you're done...

Please, Rita. I haven't two

minutes' interest in your cliches.

I want you to tell me

where my daughter is.

That's all I want

to hear from you.

Your daughter never

wants to see you again.

Or that mother.

You don't know anything

about her mother.

Lady Dawn?

Lady Dawn of the manor?

I know all there is to know

about lady f***ing Dawn.

So ashamed of her class origins,

she had to become lady

of the f***ing manor

and turn her daughter

into a debutante.

"A debutante"? Merry shoveled

cow sh*t since the age of six.

She rode tractors,

she's 4-h.

Fake. All fake.

The daughter of the beauty queen

and the captain of

the football team?

What kind of nightmare is

that for a girl with a soul?

Dawn is not a beauty queen.

She works a farm all day.

Fake, fake.

She works a farm

like a f***ing

upper-class landowner.

"Upper class"?

Her father was a plumber!

Her grandfather was

an Irish milk farmer!

This is crazy!

Where's my daughter?

Somebody is dead. My daughter

is accused of murder!

You're really hung up

on that, aren't you?

Do you know how many Vietnamese have died

in the time we've been talking here?

You give her back to me.

She's not a possession.

You don't own her anymore.

The way you own your factory and

your Buick f***ing Electra.

Where is she, miss Cohen?

So, where is she?

The girl's our link,

our only one.

You let her go? Why?

Why did you let her go?

Well, she's just a kid. I know I can

work around her to get to merry.

That's nonsense.

That's crazy.

You go to the cops.

You go to the FBI.

- You tell them everything.

- No.

No? Did you get the infant's

phone number, at least?

That's not the plan.

She makes contact with me.

If she feels like it. If she feels like it.

You've got nothing.

- Dr. Levov?

- What? I don't need you.

- But, doctor... -Just go jump

in a lake, nurse, please.

I've got to do this, Jerry.

You should see Dawn these days.

I'm worried about Dawn.

This has to work.

Rita has to take us to merry.

This Rita and the others.

What others?

The ones that have her.

They're controlling her.

If she did this,

if she blew up Hamlins

then these are the people that

made her do it. Don't you see?

"If"? If she blew up Hamlins?

That's what you're asking yourself?

What kind of man are you?

You go to the FBI.

Do you hear me?

No.

And you can't tell

anyone what I told you.

Promise me.

All right.

Good morning, boy.

Do come in.

Make yourself at home.

I brought the money, miss Cohen.

I brought the $10,000 in small bills.

Now, where's my daughter?

Come off it, Swede.

You came here to f*** me.

What?

Please, miss,

if you have any feeling

for what everyone

is going through...

Ask anybody.

Why does

a middle-aged capitalist

come to a hotel room

to meet a young piece of ass?

Say it.

Just say it, Swede.

"I came here to f*** you."

Will you stop all this?

I'm 22.

I do everything.

I do it all.

You're not scared, are you?

A big guy like you can't have

met your match in little me.

Pillar.

Pillar of the f***ing

community, Swede Levov.

Come on, let's see the pillar.

What is the aim of all this?

To introduce you to reality.

And it ain't going to

be no picnic, Jocko.

I'll tell you

where your daughter is.

First we f***

and then I'll zip up your little

fly and take you to where she is.

My daughter has no part in this.

You're not fit to

wipe my daughter's shoes.

She has nothing to do

with you or the bombing.

There.

Put it right there.

Do you know what size it is?

Let's see what kind

of guesser you are.

I'm guessing it's a four.

In ladies', that's as small

as they come.

Stick it in.

But slowly,

always slowly the first time.

This has nothing

to do with anything.

You great, big boy scout.

Do you want to know what this has

to do with what's happening?

Taste it.

Taste it and you'll know.

Do you want to know

how it tastes?

It tastes like your daughter.

Get out of the street, clown.

What the f*** are you doing?

When you add it up,

your daughter's a minor,

she's seen a psychologist

for years.

That's evidence

of mental stress.

That bomb, she plainly

had no intent to kill,

not at that hour in the morning.

Protecting her from us

is not intelligent.

It's pretty unintelligent

if you think about it.

What is it you want from me?

Nothing.

The description that you gave

of this girl, Rita Cohen,

if that's her real name,

that's fine.

All right? You can go.

Mrs. Levov know

what happened here today?

Yeah, I just called her. She's

disappointed, naturally.

This was our only hope.

You should have called us in

on this, Mr. Levov.

You've done everything wrong

you possibly could have.

Since when?

Excuse me?

I've done everything

wrong since when?

That's a question you're going to have

to answer for yourself, Mr. Levov.

Seymour.

How long ago did she get here?

I don't know.

I didn't see her come in.

She won't let me

near her, poor thing,

and I didn't want to scare her.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Well.

Dawn.

Baby, come on.

- All right, all right,

all right.

All right. Stop it.

Stop, stop, stop.

All right.

Don't.

I'm afraid.

I'm frightened.

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