Amy & Isabelle

I love a story that is

unflinching about the truth.

Well, based on one of my favorite

books from last year...

"Amy & Isabelle" is just that.

Isabelle is a single mother who

constructs their isolated world...

to hide her own shameful past.

So when Isabelle discovers her

young daughter secret sexual life...

their fragile world

is just ripped apart.

One irrevocable moment,

and nothing is the same.

I hope you will be

as moved as I was...

by "Amy & Isabelle."

It was terribly hot that summer

when Mr. Robertson left town.

For a longwhile,

the river seemed dead.

Strangers driving by would

roll up their windows...

and wonder how anyone could

put upwlth such a stench.

But the people who lived

in Shirley Falls were used to that.

What they minded more was

how the sky was never blue.

How It looked like a gauze bandage

had been wrapped over the town...

squeezing out whatever

gave things their color.

Further up the river,

crops were wry...

whole beans shriveled on the vine.

There were other things too.

- There is no explaining.

- The world's coming to an end.

I don't think it's a good idea

sending men into space.

We have no business really walking

around up there in the moon.

Well, all I know is

my feet are killing me.

Don't slip your shoes off. Be 100

years before you get them on again.

Time to give old Dot a call...

to see how her stitches are doing.

No, there was

no escaping the heat.

And for Amy and me there

was no escaping each other.

Never mind, don't hurry back.

No one misses you a bit.

I'm not kidding. It's much nicer

looking at Amy Goodrow's face...

than to hear you go on

about your cramps.

What? She said that?

- There was a fountain over the cake.

- You're kidding.

She is the most selfish woman.

It was as if a black line,

pencil thin black line connected us.

Amy could leave the room,

It was always there.

You guys have more cousins.

Never made sense to me spending

all that money on a wedding.

- My insides are going bonkers.

- Make sense to me.

What about you, Isabelle,

you had a big wedding?

- Small, very small.

- Isabelle?

- Can I see you for a few minutes?

- Just one second, I have missed...

Silly me. Mrs. Silly.

It was like a car accident.

How afterward you

kept saying to yourself:

"If only the truck had already

gone through by the time I got."

If only Mr. Robertson had passed

through town before Amy.

But you get into your car,

you mind on other things...

and all the while the truck is

rumbling off the exlt ramp...

pulling into town...

and you are pulling into town.

And then It's over, and your

life will never be the same.

Please, God, give me strength.

I don't understand her.

Mom!

Look.

Damn. Damn!

I think if you could just shovel

the snow off the roof.

My daughter will be home

about 3:
30, 3:45.

That would be fine.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Krent, the handyman,

thinks I don't know what I'm doing.

- Why don't we just move?

- How many times do I have to tell you?

- This is temporary.

- Fourteen years.

- Please, don't eat with your hands.

- The 12-year-old may have been...

kidnapped from her home

earlier this week.

- Details are still sketchy.

- Isn't that two turns away?

...but apparently Debbie Kay Dorne

slipped on ice, on the driveway.

I want you to come straight after

school and call me immediately.

Don't "sh" me.

I'm your mother.

At two o'clock, her mother called.

When she arrived home around 5...

Let's not dilly dally.

I'm late.

The police believe that whoever

may have taken that kid...

Put your braces in.

- I like your blouse, man.

- Thank you.

Avery likes me in blue.

How do the salesgirl put it?

"Care a wink of blue?

Fun to say, fun to wear."

- Those are for company. Thank you.

- When do we ever have company?

- Amy.

- Hi.

- Break later?

- Okay.

All right, see you.

What she needs is

a good roll on the hay.

With Avery?

Anne would crucify him.

Well, Isabelle has been

a widow long enough.

Typical Virgo is what she is.

She is not unpleasant...

...but she's pretty uptight.

- Can I borrow your white out?

I would trade if for a cigarette,

but no, you had to quit smoking.

I told Wally I'd quit

the day he did.

You know, I love this watermelon

pink, but I'm almost out.

- Good morning, Isabelle.

- Morning.

How did Avery ever

survive without you?

Meow.

My Roxanne's been smoking

like a chimney lately.

- Coming in owl hours, snapping...

- My relative works for the police.

What does he say about

that poor Anne Kay girl?

He says, most kidnappers kill

their victims in the first 24 hours.

So sorry.

Problem with a leak in the roof.

Not a problem at all, Isabelle.

Thanks.

You're lucky. I was planning to

worry you today with this, but...

I have to head home.

Anne tells me that my tools

are missing from the garage.

I don't know if you heard, there's

been robberies in the neighborhood.

You need to be careful, Isabelle.

Well, with this missing little girl,

I was telling Amy that she has...

I trust your managing

things while I'm gone.

My name is Peter Robertson.

I'll be with you

for the rest of the year.

Miss Dayble has been hospitalized

with a fractured skull.

She's gonna be all right, it's just

gonna take a while for her to heal.

Now before we get on to

the business of numbers...

I would like to hear from you.

- Hear what?

- Who you are.

Where do you see yourself

in 10 years.

Yeah?

I'd like to pitch for the Red Socks.

Fantastic.

How's your curve ball?

Because if we could slow down

a picture of your motion...

I'm using something

Euclid taught us here.

Tracking the ball

as it crosses the plate...

you would know exactly

how high your hand should be...

when you release the ball.

Isn't that amazing?

Who's next?

Me?

What do you wanna be?

- A teacher.

- Really?

I would've thought of...

an actress or...

a poet perhaps.

- What's your name?

- Amy.

Amy what?

- Amy Goodrow.

- Do you really wanna be a teacher?

Or is being a teacher just something

your mother thinks is nice?

Did I ever tell

I saw my parents naked once?

- No. Gross.

- That was gross.

You look and you picture

your mother doing it.

"My mother"?

Do people think it's weird that you

spend your lunchtime with me?

- You know, like Karen and Kelly?

- Do you know something about them?

They're twits, they're morons.

And you're not. You're the only

I know who's not a stupid moron twit.

They formed a search party

for Debbie Kay Dorne.

And my mother said the kidnapper

might be in the search party.

- Isn't that weird?

- I wish somebody would kidnap me.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Paul.

What are you doing here?

I just gotta shift...

Day in, day out, our lives moved

forward the way lives did.

- Amy?

- Hi.

- How was your day?

- Okay.

I'm taking a shower,

then I'll start dinner.

I have a meeting at church tonight.

So we have to be a little quicker.

Looking back, it's a wonder

Amy and I survived at all.

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