American Pastrol Page #6

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I'm frightened. I'm

frightened all the time.

It's not time for your medicine.

Dawn. Dawn.

Think of the most pleasant

place you've ever been.

Hmm?

At the shore, in Avon.

It's my uncle's house and

I'm a girl.

Come on, lie down.

Come on.

And...

The lifeguards are all

catholic boys from Fordham

and holy cross.

They'd come down for summer.

And they were all

in love with you.

I should have

married one of them.

See you again tomorrow,

Mr. Levov.

Good night.

- At one minute before

- 1:
00 this morning,

the switchboard at the U.S.

capitol received a phone call.

A man's voice said a bomb would go

off in the building in half an hour.

At 1:
30 in the morning,

it did

in a small, unmarked restroom on the

ground floor of the senate side

next to a barbershop and

near several small offices,

including one

committee hearing room.

For a report on

the first serious damage

to the nation's

foremost structure

since the British

burned it in 1814,

here is

congressional correspondent

Lawrence Lawson.

There was alarm for a time

that other bombs

might still be hidden

inside the capitol.

They're forced to be

outlaws by the way

this society is run

and we think they're great.

Across the nation,

between January of last year

and April of this year

a total of 4,330 bombings

have been reported.

We're going to remake this

country in the streets.

We've got to build

a strong base and someday

we've got to knock those motherfuckers who

control this thing right on their ass.

Seymour.

Yeah?

The first time

I was in Princeton,

I was at the governor's mansion.

That's right,

just after the contest.

Twenty one,

scared to death.

And his chauffeur drove me

from Elizabeth in my crown.

I danced in my crown with

the governor of New Jersey,

and I ended up here.

How?

How did I end up here?

You.

You.

You wouldn't leave me alone.

Had to marry me.

I just wanted to teach music.

That's what I wanted.

To teach kids music

in the school system

and be left alone by boys.

That's it.

I never wanted to

be miss union county,

miss crazy New Jersey,

miss America.

I wanted a scholarship.

I wanted a degree,

a job.

But then you arrived.

You.

Those hands.

You wouldn't let me breathe!

Every time I looked up

there's my boyfriend

gaga because I was some

ridiculous beauty queen.

You were like a child.

And you made me a Princess.

Look where I wound up.

In a madhouse.

Your Princess.

In a madhouse.

Thank you very much.

- Take care.

- Goodbye.

She read a magazine article

about a doctor in Geneva.

What kind of doctor?

A plastic surgeon.

That's all she's talked about

since she came home.

I see her looking in the mirror.

She thinks somehow that

by having a face-lift,

even though she's only 43...

She thinks that it will help her

to start over, and why not?

Imagine all that

Dawn's been through.

I don't have to imagine.

I've seen this before.

Women in trauma,

women who have been ill,

it can help them

to become a new woman.

But I want the old Dawn.

I want my wife and I want merry.

We're not talking about merry.

But as for Dawn

what if you were to

go along with her,

support her in this,

in the trip to Switzerland,

the operation?

It could help the both of you

to put the past behind you.

I don't want to

put the past behind.

The past is merry. There's no

way I want to put that behind.

But Dawn does.

What is it?

Can you help me out?

Lou, keep your voice down.

This is the way

your friend paints?

You know it is, dad. You've seen

the one in our living room.

The one you paid

an arm and a leg for.

I don't care what you say, she

looks like a million dollars.

Yeah, all right, dad.

She looks great.

"Great"?

The girl's herself again.

Getting rid of those cows was the

smartest thing she ever did.

I never liked them.

But getting that face-lift... I

was against it, but I was wrong.

Darling, a million dollars.

Thank you, Lou.

I'm serious, Dawn.

The best money ever spent.

You seem better.

Lou, Sylvia, you know

bill and Jesse Orcutt.

You'll see them at our

house for the barbecue.

I hear you're the artist.

And bill is helping us on the

design for our new house.

An artist and an architect.

Architect's my day job.

Can't make a living just

being an abstract painter.

No, I should think not.

A glove, everybody understands.

These, you might be

the only one.

I think they're divine, bill.

Thanks, Dawn.

Still, I've got to hand it to

anybody who's got the guts

to wear that shirt

and those pants.

What? What did I say?

- Lou. Every time.

- What?

Well, I for one had enough

pretentious art talk for one night.

But you enjoyed yourself.

You had a good time.

All right, I did.

I'm glad you're

doing so well, Dawn.

I am doing well, aren't I?

I haven't seen you

this happy in a long time.

Thank you, dear.

- You drive them home.

- What do you mean?

- You drive them home.

- Seymour.

Don't argue.

I want my daughter.

If you turn me in, she'll die.

She'll have no one.

What?

What are you talking about?

All right, all right. If you let

me go, I'll tell you where she is.

You take me. Where is she?

Is she here?

You take me there.

No. I don't want

to see her.

What?

I can't take it anymore.

You can't take it?

You can't take it?

Wait a minute.

She's in Newark?

That's the building.

Get out of the Van.

- Out.

- All right. All right.

There's a dog and cat hospital on the

second floor. She's got a job there.

But don't go in.

Wait for her.

If you go in, you'll make a scene.

She'll be discovered.

She couldn't handle that.

She'd never survive the FBI.

Take care of her,

Mr. Levov.

Daddy?

I'm lonesome.

Where do you even

get a word like that?

I like it when you hold me.

Then I'll never let you go.

Ever?

Not ever.

Merry?

Daddy.

You're not stuttering.

No, I'm not.

I've become a Jain, daddy.

"A Jain"?

We're a small Indian sect.

I wear the veil to do no harm to the

organisms that dwell in the air.

Merry, this is awful.

Do you walk this

way every night?

Nor do we bathe,

to do no harm to the water.

We step carefully for fear of

crushing some living object.

There are souls imprisoned in

even the lowest form of life.

Forgive me, merry, but...

How can you stand this?

It's okay, daddy.

Really, I'm okay.

You always had

things over your bed.

It used to be pictures

of Audrey Hepburn.

Those are the five vows.

"I renounce all

killing of living beings

"whether subtle or gross,

moveable or immovable."

"I renounce all vices of lying

speech arising from anger.

"I renounce all sexual pleasure

with either gods or men,

"all taking of

anything not given."

I think you're terrified

of what you've done.

I'm not going to ask

what you've done.

I made up my mind. I'm not going

to ask you anything like that.

But I think that rather

than evade punishment

you've taken it

into your own hands.

It's all right, daddy.

I can believe that

you can't understand.

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