Carolina Page #6

So you saw Albert?

Can I sit down?

I'm sorry for not returning|your calls, Carolina.

Yeah. We sleep together and|you don't call me for five months.

That's pretty typical|around these parts.

I had to go back to England|and hold a few hands.

To be honest,|I sort of got cold feet.

But look, I brought you something|by way of atonement.

Open it.

Your station is one of our clients|and I made

- a few calls.|- You got me my job back?

Wow. That is real Prince|Charming kind of stuff.

To the rescue and all that.

But?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have invited you|to Christmas dinner.

It was too soon to throw you|into the Mirabeaus like that.

It's just I was feeling|so sure of myself.

The thing is...

I was trying to force someone, you,|into my life and it's like...

you're this beautiful,|expensive Italian suit

and ljust don't have the faintest|idea where I'm gonna wear you.

Me and my family...|They're all that I have and...

we're just not suit people.

That's the first time I've ever|been called an Italian suit.

But I think I know|what you're saying.

It's funny. I've always thought of|myself as this great communicator.

Advertising and all that.|But...

I sort of blew it with you.

This time.

Didn't I?

Breathe slow, breathe slow.

That's the way I did it.|I know what you're going through.

You have to push harder.

Okay. Wait, wait,|I got something here.

Here, here...

Bite, bite, hard!

What is that?

That was the doggie treat.

- One more good push.|- I can't!

All right.

Now listen to me.

I'm your grandmother,|are you hearing me?

Now you breathe deep and push hard.|You push and you push...

You push harder, harder, harder,|or I'm gonna go down there

and get a plunger|and suck that baby out of you.

Okay, open.

Open up. Open up.|I know, I know.

Oh, he's so cute.

He's such a beautiful baby boy.

I'm gonna name him California.

- Cal for short.|- You look like a fairy princess.

Now just give me that little...

I want to see you close up.

He's so precious.

Hey.

Something wrong with his eyes.

They're crooked.

Georgia, peach, you been|eating too many egg rolls?

I'm just so glad|you could make it, son.

- Sorry I'm late. Had an "AA" meeting.|- Why don't you shovel your sorrys

elsewhere, cause we're full.

- I had a meeting...|- Shut!

...mother.

California Theodore Mirabeau.

That's his name. Lord help him.

You were called

22 hours ago and that girl|still named her baby

after you. How much of that crap|are you gonna do before you realize

how much life you are missing?

You want the card,

mother?

Oh, he's so cute.

All I've done is screw up|you girls' lives, haven't I?

You could try harder.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,|Thursday, Friday.

What day should I put|on that ticket?

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,|Thursday, Friday.

Today, tomorrow,|day after tomorrow. Monday,

Tuesday, Wednesday,|Thursday, Friday.

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.

Thursday, Friday.

Friday, Friday.

Today!

Going to school.

Bye.

Good breasts, good b*obs,|that's what I like.

Hello?

Carolina? I need you|to go to the bookstore.

Okay, I'll go tonight.

You'll go today.|Three o'clock.

I'm working all day, grandma.|- For once in your life, obey me.

My book comes in at 3 p. m. Today|at that bookstore that you like.

They won't hold it|a moment after that, honey.

I don't know, there's some kind|of run going on it.

All right, all right, I'll go.|I'll get it for you.

Bye bye, honey.

All right, see you.|Next.

One ticket.

You got ID?

No ID, no 24 million.

I must play. This is the week.|The horse told me so.

You listen to me, scum bucket.|These are winning numbers.

They're going to win today and|you're going to sell me the ticket.

Right now!

No ID, no ticket.

Next.

Hi, Ernie.

Why isn't she in school?

She tried to buy a lottery ticket|at the liquor store.

That didn't work, so she came to me.|Asked me to do it for her.

Did you buy her|the ticket, Ernie?

Considering how she looked I thought|I'd better bring her home first.

- See what you wanted me to do.|- Thank you for that.

Call me if you need me, Millie.

I'll call you if I need you.

Maine!

You said I had to know the day!|The horse's spirit entered me

and today was the day I was supposed|to win 24 million dollars!

Honey, that is crazy.

I'm not crazy!|Why don't you believe me?

Honey.

Okay, okay baby.|Come on, sit down.

- Why don't you believe me?|- Sit down, sit down.

Now listen to me. It's not|about me believing you. It isn't.

It's about where you put|your dreams, honey.

I'm not asking you to be normal|cause that's not the Mirabeau way.

I'm just asking you get a little|smarter about your crazy side, okay?

Okay. Yeah?

That's my baby.

Good girl.

Hi, do you have a book on hold|for Mirabeau?

You know, he's here right now.

The author.|He's giving a reading.

I'm going to the market, girls.

Maine!

No more trips to liquor stores

dressed up like a harlot.|You understand me?

I'll keep an eye on her.

Okay.

"Carolina stood up naked out of|the tub and asked for a towel.

Looking at the floor,|he had one open,

and as she moved into it,|her forehead came to rest

on his right shoulder.

Water from her hair|stained his shirt

and chilled his skin.

Her face was now so close to his

that she looked distorted|and it came as a terrible surprise

that he loved her even more|at this proximity.

He realized that to her, he would|never be more than a close friend. "

Hello?

Maine? Not now, I'm busy.

Maine, stop crying, baby.

Let me talk to the police.

Excuse me, I'm Carolina Mirabeau.

I was brought here...|I was told that

my grandmother died|in a car accident.

Mirabeau.

Have a nice day.

- Next.|- Hi. I'm here to pick up

my grandmother's things from|her car. It's the red Chevelle.

Millicent Mirabeau was her name.|Here's my ID.

That'll be 128 dollars.

- What?|- 128 dollars.

Tow, tax, storage, release.

Fine. Okay. Here.

Don't take credit.|Don't take checks. Cash only.

All right, I'll bring cash tomorrow.|Just give me her things, please.

I can't do that.

All I want is her stuff.|She was killed yesterday.

Well, I'm sorry for your loss,|but I'm running a business here.

This is not about your business.|This is about someone's life.

- Give me that!|- No.

Bastard!

This is not! How dare you?|Those are my grandmother's things!

Give that to me!

Jesus!

Those are my grandmother's things!|Those are not yours, they're mine!

I never got to say goodbye.

Thank you.

Your daddy wasn't always a drunk.|He took good care of you girls.

Right up until the time|that your momma passed.

I know all that, Aunt Marilyn. She|died and then he started drinking.

Yeah. But baby,|it's the part before that

that nobody ever told you about.

Mainly because, well,|grandma told me that she'd

toss me into a vat|of chicken manure if I did.

Your grandma saved your life.

What?

Well, you see,|your momma had rich parents.

When they learned that|your momma got knocked up,

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