Beaches Page #7

that it's you !

Y-You-You're a gift from God !

You're a dream !

- You're a dream come true for me !

- I just saw you last month.

- Who is that?

- CC Bloom. So everyone should look?

- This is my daughter, CC Bloom,

the Broadway star.

- CC, can we Have your autograph?

Skedaddle. My friends: Mrs. Valdez,

Mrs. Cohen, Mr. Levine.

- He's in bagels.

- It's a distinct pleasure.

Could you give me five minutes?

We want to talk.

- Take a dip.

- Nice meeting you.

- Sit down.

- She's a real star.

What do you mean, you left him?

What happened?

After only three years,

you left him?

Was it another woman?

It's not a soap opera, Leona.

Everything with you

is a soap opera.

Tell me, honey. Go ahead.

Get it off your chest.

Something just died

between us, that's all.

He used to care

what happened to me.

He stopped paying

attention to me.

What's so funny?

Never mind.

Leona, what's so funny?

Why are you laughing?

Tell me why

you're laughing !

- Ma ! Tell me !

- What?

All right, Im gonna tell you.

You want to know?

Im gonna tell you.

Why do you think Im living

down here in Florida, huh?

I give up.

You like the sun.

I don't give a sh*t

about the sun !

Im here because

it's peaceful ! That's why !

You always wanted

too much attention.

You wanted so much attention

from everybody all the time

that you wore people out.

You wore me out,

you wore your father out--

may he rest in peace--

by the time

you were 1 5 years old !

Oh, come on.

I love you, CC.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do.

I love you very much.

But I just can't pay

any more attention to you.

You know what I mean?

I want to, but I just can't do it.

And if I were you...

I wouldn't leave anybody

for not paying attention to me.

Because sooner or later, you're

gonna have to leave everybody.

You understand me?

Welcome home,

Miss Bloom.

Arthur ! Arthur !

That's it !

- Im putting you to sleep !

- I got him.

Do me a favor. Take him for a walk

down by the river.

- Maybe somebody will steal him !

- All right !

John, Im back.

John?

John?

John.

John?

John, Im begging you.

Please give me another

chance. Please?

Please don't leave me.

I love you, John.

I need you.

- You don't need me.

What do you need me for?

- What? I need you !

You need an escort?

You need somebody

to hang up the fur coat?

Come on. That's not how

I want to spend my life.

I don't care about success

the way that you do, CC.

Moving into the mainstream--

You know that never interested me.

We have been fighting

about this for so long.

What's wrong

with success?

We're Americans. We're

supposed to want to be successful.

- You're too good for it, is that it?

- Yeah, that must be it.

No, I like it here. Im happy here.

This is what I do.

Im not threatened. Im not scared.

I just-- Im glad you're a success.

- It makes me happy

that youre successful.

-Are you?

Yes. I just don't want

to go where youre going.

Then I won't go.

You're already gone, Cecilia.

You're long gone.

You're CC Bloom.

What the hell's the matter with that?

That's great.

That makes me happy.

I feel that in some small way

that maybe I had something

to do with that.

Are you sure

this is what you want?

Yeah. Im sure.

I love you.

Ill always love you.

I just want to let go of us

before ''us'' gets bad.

Happy anniversary, sweetie.

Oh, Michael.

Oh, we're so good here.

Nobody around.

I know it.

I love it here.

I wish I didn't have

to go back tonight.

Do you really have to?

Cant you stay one more day?

- I could quit my job.

- Good. Id like it.

One more day, come on.

Im sorry, Hillary.

Ill see you back home

on Monday.

If youre lucky.

Have a good

weekend.

Hi. You're back early

from the beach.

Yeah, it got

rained out.

- It's beautiful now.

- Yes.

That's my robe.

Don't dump me, Freddy.

Don't dump me

when we get back to Lubbock.

The only thing that kept me going

was waiting for you to come back.

Dont you worry about

a thing, little darlin'.

Im gonna take good care of you.

Give me a little kiss.

Stop that.

We didn't rehearse that.

This isn't working for me !

Sh*t.

- Cut.

- That's a cut.

Cut ! Cut !

- Was there too much dust?

- It's fine.

- Stop rocking the truck.

- Quit the dust-- Will you

stop the rocking !

Jay, baby, how was the belch?

Was it real?

Very honest, very good.

What is it this time?

- I wouldn't do a thing like that !

- Do what?

Beg this a**hole to stick around

after he screwed my sister

and stole my Winnebago.

Why would somebody like me

do such a pathetic thing?

Ah ! Because it's not you.

It's a hooker from Lubbock.

It's called acting.

- Why dont you do that until l

tell you to stop? Trust me.

- Trust you?

You Have your frigging head

in that monitor the whole time !

You haven't said anything

about character or motivation !

You could be watching a Laker game

in there for all I know !

Clear the set,

will you?

- Clear the set, people.

- Clear the set !

- Clear the set !

- Look, it's no secret, CC.

I didn't want you on this picture.

You're trouble.

Your looks are shot.

The bags under your eyes, doll--

You got enough luggage

in there to go to Europe.

I don't know what

you've been doing to get by.

Maybe you still think you can

dazzle them with your talent.

Im here to tell you you're through.

You ain't got it anymore.

You get your fat ass

back in the truck, and you'll

shut your smart mouth.

You'll do every line as written;

every word, every syllable.

-We understand each other?

- Yes ! You a**hole !

Stop it ! Get this b*tch

off me ! Come on !

All right !

Show a little respect !

Dear Hillary, If youre still mad at me,

you're gonna love this letter.

My career is now officially

approaching oblivion.

My agent had a brilliant idea.

He thinks I should be a disco queen.

What do you think?

Yours, CC.

Look at this.

Your friend, the singer--

She's here in San Francisco.

- CC? Where?

-The Pink Palm.

I met my first husband

there.

It's a snake pit.

Wait till I get my hands

on that agent. Ill kill him !

That toad. He told me

this was a nightclub

with leather banquettes...

and a dressing room

with a door on it !

I mean, look at this place !

It looks like a flamingo

threw up in here !

Lady, lady, excuse me.

We're not open yet.

Well, look whos here.

It's okay.

Oh, Ceece,

Im so glad to see you.

I feel awful

for sending your letters back.

I don't even know what happened

in New York. I don't care anymore.

I want you to know,

whatever it was you said...

I forgive you.

Go home.

I have nothing

to say to you.

No.

I do have something to say.

You and your damned letters.

Every time I opened one,

I was happy before I even read it.

Just to get them

made me feel important.

All your crappy stories,

your big dreams !

- I didn't know that.

- Well, what the hell

did you know?

Did you know how bad

things were for me?

Did you know my career

was in the toilet?

No, because you never

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