Dolores Claiborne Page #4

Slow down, John.

Five minutes, alone, without her.

Enough, John.

I only need five minutes!

I said, '"Enough.'"

So don't be talkin' to me

about makin' enemies.

No, sir. No, ma'am.

That son of a b*tch has been waitin'

a long time to pick over my bones.

Hand me that ax.

Just look at this window.

Little piss squirts!

I ought to call their parents

and have them come over and pay for it.

Now I gotta go buy glass and...

...putty and God knows what else.

Could have burned down

the whole goddamn house.

I thought the malpractice story

was the most important.

If you'd left the number

I'd have called yesterday.

Yeah, right. Look.

The radiologist I told you about...

...he got cold feet.

But, the intern, Levitt...

...he's a talker.

I thought you were going up there

to see your mother?

It's a small domestic drama up here, Peter.

I can be in Phoenix Tuesday.

It'll be over Monday.

Family things, I've been through it.

They take a lot.

I am telling you, it's not a problem.

We both want me to do this story.

I'm out of here Monday at the latest.

You want a wet dream?

Wait till I tell you what Levitt said.

Are you there?

I gave the piece to Maureen.

Look, I'm sorry. I couldn't wait.

The magazine has to be first on this.

It has nothing to do with you,

you know that.

So, I guess you're f***ing Maureen now?

Nice try. Come on, Selena.

You couldn't tell me to my f ace?

Look, I never promised you...

You goddamn pimp.

-Careful.

-I need this story, Peter.

There are other stories, better stories.

Bullshit. This was the one.

It's over.

Selena, it doesn't have to be...

I'll do this again.

Shouldn't you be off somewhere

analyzing my mother's hair?

Well, I was thinking how hard

it must be for you.

Protecting her like this.

She's a hearty soul, isn't she?

Might just live another 50 years.

Next eclipse is due in '96.

If she gets away with it this time...

...she might actually have

another chance to...

...kill again, before she's through.

Is that something you want

on your conscience?

I had a problem with that myself.

You know, we're probably more alike

than you'd care to believe.

We live alone...

...no children.

We have our work.

My cases are my family.

In 30 years, I've handled 86 homicides.

I've closed 85 of them...

...to my satisfaction.

I underestimated your mother.

It won't happen again.

You sent that fax to my office...

...didn't you?

'"For God will bring every work

into judgment...

'"...with every secret thing...

'"...whether it be good or evil.'"

You son of a b*tch.

Vera Donovan's on my head.

The next one's on yours.

You know, Selena...

...I can't help remembering...

...you were a wonderful cook.

Please.

You were.

I can't even defrost.

You put supper on the table

three nights out of five.

I was working, I'd come back...

...you'd have the house clean,

homework done and food on the table.

You're just out of practice, that's all.

You'll find someone to look after.

You'll see.

It'll all come back to you.

Someone to look after.

You must have boyfriends.

Beautiful girl like you,

smart and out in the world.

Are you tellin' me there's nobody?

I'm telling you there's a lot of nobodies.

Friggin' yahoos.

Come on out here, Dolores!

Friggin' little bastards.

Get off the island,

you goddamn murdering b*tch!

Come on down here,

you little ass-picking squirts.

How many people are you gonna kill

before they put you away?

Come on! Come on, you little chickens!

Going to jail this time!

I know who you are.

Chester Lavelier and the rest of you.

Come on down here.

You got something to say to me?

They're gonna put you in the chair!

What are you doin'?

What does it look like?

Selena, you've been drinkin'.

No sh*t.

I wish you wouldn't.

Look at me.

Look at me. You see how I am right now?

What good is that gonna do?

Because in 10 minutes...

...I'm going to be fine.

Just give me 10 minutes.

Just give me 10 minutes!

God!

I saw your f ather last night.

Did you help your ma kill your dad?

Murderer!

Who is this?

You f at, ugly cow!

When I find out who this is, I'll hang

your privates from Battiscan Light!

Selena, stop that!

Honey, it's gonna be all right.

It won't.

-My God!

-Get away!

It was a bad patch.

You had a bad patch,

and now you're feeling it all over again.

Bad patch?

I had a f***ing nervous breakdown,

Mother.

Don't say words like that.

It was a hard time. You got through it.

Oh, what am I doing?

You just needed a rest, that's all.

You snapped out of it just fine.

You can't have one of those...

...and get a full scholarship

to Vassar College.

It was just a bad patch.

I must have been out of my mind

to come back here.

Here! Over here!

What did you do to him?

Nothing, baby. I promise.

Sh*t! Look at this!

F***!

Goddamn it!

Selena, let me take these from you here.

Dolores, I'll take you upstairs.

I'm gonna ask you to...

...step very carefully on the way up.

Still taking blood samples here.

If you feel more comfortable...

...you can always use the back stairs.

John, is it all right if we go upstairs

and get her things?

Go on.

I'm sorry.

He got a search warrant, so...

...had to go through it for evidence. Yep.

It's pretty routine.

Okay, let's get this over with.

So...

You can pack up and take anything

that's not...

...bagged or tagged.

I know that doesn't leave much.

Sorry, Dolores.

I'll give you a hand here.

Dolores, is that it then?

No. I got something in Vera's room.

This room's off-limits.

I'm still going through things here.

Ms. Claiborne.

What's this then?

It's my scrapbook.

It's Selena's articles.

I'd read them to Vera.

Almost got away with it, didn't she?

I read that. That's good stuff.

You really got him to open up there.

Scholarship.

Vassar.

Very impressive.

Jeezly crow.

Couldn't you clean up after her?

-What kind of people are you?

-You put that back!

You'll tell me this is evidence?

-That's exactly what I'm telling you.

-Dolores, you put that down.

Goddamn it!

I'm tryin' to do you a favor here

and that's the way you act?

I ain't leavin' here without my scrapbook.

Sorry, John.

I'll see you day after tomorrow,

Don't put your fur up, Frank. I'll be there.

I have a feeling we could wrap this up

right now.

It's not gonna be like last time.

Is that so?

Let's just go. Okay?

Now you listen to me, Mister Grand High

Poobah of Upper Butt Crack.

I'm just about half past give a sh*t

with your fun and games.

My husband's death was ruled an accident

and you know it better than anyone.

'"Death by misadventure,'" to be exact.

I'm sure there's people who'd tell you...

...I had plenty of reasons to kill Joe.

But Vera, why the hell would I kill her?

All I am is out of a job...

...a nice room to sleep in.

You don't need a job, do you?

Motive?

I'd say $1,600,000...

...is quite a motive.

What?

Your mother's a wealthy woman, Selena.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

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