Crossroads Page #2

- A lot you know, Kit.|- What's that supposed to mean?.

Slide Records recording contest?.

- So?.|- So I'm going on Sunday.

You're going to California|to audition for a record company?.

- Yeah.|- You're pregnant.

- So?. I'll wear something slimming.|- And what?.

You thinkyou're gonna become|this big, fat, pregnant star?.

- I have a pretty good voice.|- How are you gonna get there?.

- I found a ride with this guy.|- What?. No, that is crazy.

You can't go to Los Angeles|by yourselfwith some guy.

So?. Then come with me. I'll sing|lead, and you can sing backups.

- It's not something we should do.|- It's stupid is what it is.

Okay, fine.|You know what?.

You can just forget|all your past!

Oh, wow.

- Oh, my goodness. Look at us!|- Let me see.

- I was so chubby.|- Singing.

- I have to go meet my friends.|- Yeah, it's getting late.

Yeah.

Hey, you guys.

I'm leaving Sunday at 7:00 a.m.|ifyou all wanna come.

What do you mean you're not|coming home for the summer?.

Dylan, listen to me,|you have to come home.

Because! I haven't seen you|since Christmas.

Don't you miss me?.

- Excuse me.|- Dad, customer!

Dylan, we have to plan|the wedding.

All right.

I love you--|Dylan?.

- Hey, darlin'.|- Hey, Pop.

Dr.Johnson called today.|Good news.

Got me a job at the hospital?.

All those discounts I gave him|finally paid off.

- Cool.|- Yep.

Can I askyou a question?.

It's about Mother.

- Has she ever tried to see me?.|- No, she hasn't.

I was thinking,|maybe she's afraid to visit me.

Luce, you do not have|to feel any guilt...

about your mother leaving us.

This is not about us.

She was the one who walked out|on a three-year-old.

She's the one that should|feel guilty. All right?.

All right.

Nobody brings four suitcases|on a road trip.

Look, Dylan asked me|to go see him in LA...

and I can't get there|looking like a skank.

You better hope it all fits.

It will, okay?.

I'm not going to the audition.|You can drop me off in Arizona.

- Fine.|- Fine.

- Fine. Shotgun.|- Yeah, right. I'm sitting up front.

You must be Lucy.

Yeah.

So you're taking us to L.A.?.

Yeah. I'll get your bag.

- You okay?. Sorry.|- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Move it, Ben! Let's go!|- I'll get the door foryou.

Hey, who's the guy?.

That's just Ben.|He's really cool.

Let's hit it.

Where's the bathroom?.

Second door.|There's no soap.

What's the deal with Lucy?.

- What, are you hot for her?.|- No.

I wouldn't even try, Ben.|Seriously, she's not like us.

She's way out ofyour league.

Want a chip?.

Get outta here.

What are you doin'?.

- What's with this music?.|- Well, I like it.

Can we listen to something else|for ten minutes?.

No.

Come on, Ben, please?.

Be a nice guy.

Okay, five minutes.|Just five minutes.

Thankyou.

I don't wanna be a fool

In this game fortwo

So I'm leavingyou behind

Bye, bye, bye|Don't make it tough

I've had enough

Bye, bye

Baby

- Ben!|- I can't listen to this.

- You said five minutes.|- Forget it.

Like this is any better.

- Why are we stopped?.|- I'm tired.

Let someone else drive.

No, nobody drives|the cruiser but me.

- Okay, whatever.|- Where are we gonna sleep?.

There's a field.|I got a tent and sleeping bags.

A field?.

No, I don't sleep in a field.

I saw a sign for a Hilton|back there.

How much money do we have?.

I can't believe|you only brought $40.

I have expenses. I had to have|my homecoming dress custom-made.

I was voted queen, you know.

Oh, my dream come true.

- Did anybody make a plan?.|- What do you mean?.

How far you'll drive each day?.|Which towns you'll stop in?.

How much gas money you'll need?.

Okay.

We have $486, right?.|Which means...

for food, gas--

Is it enough?.

It's gonna be tight.

Oh, my gosh.

It's a love room.

Oh, man!

Look at the walls!

- I'm not sleeping here!|- This is what we can afford.

Is this run by the hour?.|I'm not sleeping here.

- Where you gonna sleep?.|- I don't know.

This place is disgusting.|I'll take this bed.

So how come|you're going to L.A.?.

My uncle might have|a job for me there...

so I'm gonna check it out|and if I like it, I'll move there.

What about your band?.|Don't you have a band?.

No, I was just filling in the|other night. I don't have a band.

Mimi said that she didn't think|you'd come with us on the trip.

Neither did I.

You sorry you did?.

Not so far.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Hey! It's freakin' cold!

- We're in here.|- I'm in here.

I just need|to brush my teeth.

- What are you doing?.|- You're so touchy.

Mimi, how do you know Ben?.

- Just from around.|- Gosh, don't you think he's cute?.

- He's all right.|- I can't believe he was in jail.

- What?.|- Yeah!

He like killed a guy.|What?. That's what I heard.

Excuse me?.|He killed somebody?.

No, he did not kill anybody--|I don't think.

Okay, he had a car, he was|coming to L.A. Don't be upset.

I'm on a road trip with a killer and|you're telling me not to be upset?.

- He'll hearyou.|- Oh, my God.

What's up?.

Do you know him at all?.

He used to hang out with some|of the guys at the trailer park.

So he may have|killed someone, okay?.

So what?. He did his time.|He paid his debt to society.

Oh, my God.

Ready to go?.

Yeah.

Hey, you wanna ride up front|with me today?.

No, that's okay.|The backseat's fine. It's okay.

- I'll check us out, okay?.|- Yeah.

- I'll be back.|- I'll come with ya.

No, it's okay, I'm fine.

- Will you please get me some chips?.|- No, Mimi.

Open the door.

I'll get my own chips.

Y'all, wait for me!

So when he came home|last Christmas, he proposed.

He's comin' home as soon as|he's done with school next spring.

You're seriously|gonna marry that loser?.

You don't even know him.

- What's wrong?.|- Nothing. It just kicked, is all.

- Can I feel it?.|- Ifyou want.

It kicked again.

- What about Kurt?.|- What about Kurt?.

- He's the father, isn't he?.|- Yes, Kurt's the father.

But it wasn't working out,|so I dumped him.

You're gonna raise this baby|all by yourself?.

I'm gonna go wait in the car|with Ben, all right?.

That's so typical of her.

She's not thinkin' about her future.|How's she gonna get by with a baby?.

Well, she brought this|upon herself.

What?.

- Hello.|- Hi, Pop.

Sneaking away in|the middle of the night?.

I'm very upset with you.|Dr.Johnson went...

to a great deal of trouble|to get you that job.

- I'm sorry, okay?.|- Sorry?

You are coming back now! And|you will regard that as a command!

You're usually so levelheaded...

andyou pull a stunt like this,|I am so surprised atyou.

You worked so hard. Areyou|gonna start slacking offnow?

What are you writing there?.

Stuff.

Are you mad at me or something?.

Why would I be mad at you?.|I don't even know you.

- No!|- Oh, no, it sounds bad.

Look at all that smoke.

What's wrong with it, Ben?.

It's the head gasket, I think.

- Give me your shirt.|- Here.

Whoa! What are you doing?.

Nobody touches this except|for specialists and myself.

Because it's an antique|and I don't want people to--

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