Dolores Claiborne Page #5

I spoke to Vera's lawyer

in Baltimore last night.

John.

-She left you everything.

-Look, John...

Every last cent.

She can't do that.

You're lyin'.

You're a millionaire, Ms. Claiborne.

Wait a minute.

-This isn't the place to be bringing...

-Back off.

He's crazy.

That's plain crazy.

She'd never do that.

Did she keep it a secret

from you, too, Selena?

Or maybe you knew about it.

Because this will...

I mean, hell...

...it's only eight years old.

Frank!

You want to wait for the District Attorney

Monday morning?

Or should we take care of this now?

Get in the car, Mother.

Get in the goddamn car!

You had no idea she left you the money?

I swear it.

Over $1,000,000.

That b*tch. The malicious,

high-flown, harpin' b*tch!

Cut the bullshit!

You can afford a lawyer now.

Car trouble?

We're quite fine, thank you.

I wish I had killed her.

Leavin' me that money.

I wish I had!

I wish I had killed her!

What happened in that house?

Dolores.

Hell's bells.

Look who's up.

I'm wet.

What else is new?

How long this time?

Since you last made sense?

About two days, I guess.

Just leave me wet, don't you?

When I'm not thinking straight enough

to keep on you.

That's what you do...

...isn't it?

Yeah, it's a regular party around here

when you're snoozin'.

Where's my china pig?

There's only 200 of them around.

Which one you want?

Are you being smart?

No, Vera. If I'd been smart, I'd have done

workin' for you a long time ago.

Let's see what you got left.

Goddamn it! Are you gonna sit here

and marinate in it? Come on.

You're gonna get on this fanny pan

one way or another.

Come on.

There we go.

Your chariot awaits, Your Highness.

Now hold on with your good arm.

Hold on this time.

Push with your good leg.

I don't know why you make me do this.

I hate this nightgown.

Your days of silk and satin are over, Vera.

From now on it's wash 'n' wear.

You're poisoning me...

...aren't you, Dolores?

Slow...

...but sure.

That's what you're doing.

No, ma'am.

When I'm ready to settle your hash,

I won't use poison.

I'll just shove you out the window. There'll

be one less smelly b*tch in the world.

Don't we have a hair...

...across our ass today.

Dolores Claiborne.

I want my china pig!

Get off your royal duff and go and get it.

We both know you can do it.

Do you good.

You need the exercise.

What I need...

...is someone who'll do as they're told!

Don't go too far, Vera.

I'll go as far...

...as I damn well want!

Yes.

I will!

If this...

...is what's going to pass as living...

...I'll damn well say what I want!

'"Oh, this little piggy had champagne.

'"This little piggy ate beans.'"

I'll fix you some tea. You'll feel better.

No!

I won't.

I won't feel better.

I never will.

I'll never feel better again.

Oh, my God.

What the hell are you doing?

Get out of my way, Dolores.

Where do you think you're going?

What in God's name has gotten into you?

Let go of me, Dolores!

Leave me go!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Don't try to talk.

I'm going to go call the doctor.

No doctor.

No hospital.

You're gonna be all right, Vera.

You just lie still, don't move.

You're gonna be fine.

Dolores Claiborne says I'm gonna be fine.

What a relief it is...

...to have a professional opinion.

Why?

Why'd you do this, Vera?

-Why?

-Because...

...I hate...

...the smell of being old.

I'm tired...

...and I want to be done.

Will you help me, Dolores?

Will you please...

...help me die?

Don't let me die in some hospital.

Kill me now.

If you really want to help me...

...please hurry.

Dolores, got a certified letter here.

You don't believe me, do you?

You think I killed her.

What I think doesn't mean sh*t.

It's the rest of the world

you better start worrying about.

I made a list of attorneys.

These are all the big muscle firms

in New York.

It could take a couple of days,

that's why on Monday...

...you're not gonna say a word.

Take it.

In case you missed it,

I'm trying to help you.

You think I give a fiddler's f***

what anybody else says about me?

Oh, Jesus.

It's you.

What you think is the only thing left

that's important.

I can't send you to prison.

You think that's the end of the world?

Gorry, that'd be a relief.

Sit and sleep...

...three meals served every day.

Maybe you're just happier being miserable.

Is that it?

Is that it, Mother?

If it makes it easier for you.

Vera's a b*tch. She's abusive,

she's mean, she's cheap.

Why not leave?

Why not just walk?

Like they do in New York?

Someone hurts me...

...I leave.

Believe me, I learned that long

before I got to New York.

I'm not the one that hurt you.

What is that supposed to mean?

You're blaming him?

Is that what we're into now?

He was a drunk.

Barely got out of his own way.

Fine...

...maybe he hit you.

I don't remember it.

You don't seem to remember

much of anything.

But then, he's not exactly around

to defend himself, is he?

You honest to God don't remember,

do you?

Look.

Here's the goddamn list.

You do what you want with it.

That's why you're so unsettled, ain't it?

Unsettled?

Don't you mean '"boogery,'" Mother?

If you're attempting

a meaningful analysis...

...perhaps we'd best define our terms.

A cornerstone of critical thinking...

...is communicating

with an agreed vocabulary.

Go have another drink.

No, I've had my fun for the night.

You sit down right this minute

and you can just stow that Vassar sh*t.

We're gonna sit down at this table,

you and me...

...and we're gonna have a drink.

When we're through...

When I'm through...

...you can run upstairs and take whichever

of those little pills makes you feel the best.

Don't say a goddamn word.

Before you get too deep in that

to make sense...

...take a look at her report card.

I saw it.

So what?

Everybody slips now and then.

Can I be excused?

Not till you say how an honor student...

...who skips the seventh grade...

...goes from straight A's to C's and D's

in two semesters.

Will you leave her alone already?

It's not like you were some great genius

at school.

No Claiborne wasn't even born

in a hospital, for chrissake.

May I please be excused?

No, you may not.

Yes, you may. Go right ahead, dear.

Thanks a lot.

You better learn to stow it.

You'll drive her right out the door.

Mom, what are you doing here?

Thought you and I might ride back

on the ferry together. You mind company?

Beautiful, ain't it?

You used to be beautiful too.

Why ain't you anymore?

When was the last time

you washed your hair?

It's drugs, ain't it?

You've changed.

You're 13 years old, you're smoking pot.

Where do you get it?

How long's it been going on?

I don't do drugs, Mother.

Whatever trouble you're in

won't change my love for you.

I can't begin to help you out of it

till you tell me the truth.

Are you pregnant?

Get real.

You want to end up like me?

Dumb and stuck?

Think I push you so hard

in school to stay in a uniform...

...and clean up after people forever?

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