Dolores Claiborne Page #6

Is that what you want?

I'm not pregnant.

Then...

What is it?

What the hell's going on with you?

-Leave me alone.

-I won't leave you alone.

We'll ride the ferry all day till you say...

...what's wrong.

Leave me be!

-Why won't you talk to me?

-Don't touch me!

What?

Stop it!

I got you.

Get off of me!

What is the matter with you?

Talk to me!

Where did you get this?

What're you doin'?

This is your grandma St. George's cameo.

-It's mine.

-What did you do?

Did you go in your father's closet?

Mom, please...

-Selena, did you steal this?

-No! It's mine.

Oh, my God.

As you can see, Mrs. St. George...

...this account's been closed out

by your husband.

How can that be?

That's my life savings. How can that be

when I got the passbook right here?

You see, Mrs. St. George, that is...

...was what we call

a custodial savings account.

That means either parent

can countersign and make a withdrawal.

This doesn't show any withdrawals.

How'd he get the money

without the goddamn passbook?

Mrs. St. George...

...if I could ask you

to keep your voice down.

According to this, your husband stated,

'"Passbook was lost.'"

He asked to be issued a new one.

It's common enough.

Common be damned.

I opened this account!

Who do you think put the money

in the bank to begin with?

Please, Mrs. St. George.

I'm sorry, but I assure you

what we did was not only legal...

...but standard bank practice.

Maybe it's legal and maybe it ain't.

I can't believe standard practice

means you don't make...

...one single goddamn phone call...

...to the person whose name

is on the account.

I'm very sorry...

Say you're sorry again, I'll kick your butt

till you look like a hunchback.

Lydia.

It's 'cause I'm a woman, ain't it?

If I'd been the one passing off a fairy story

how I'd lost the passbook...

...and asked for a new one...

If I'd been the one who started drawing out

what took 11 years to put in...

...you would have called Joe.

Well...

I suppose it's one of two things.

Either he's buried it in a mason jar

in the backyard, or else...

...he opened up a new account.

Mr. Pease...

You don't have to tell me,

but I hope you'll think for a moment...

...about the grief and heartache you could

have saved me by making just one call.

I'm asking you to please tell me

whether he's opened a new account here...

...or if I've gotta start digging holes

around my house.

As soon as the luncheon silver is clean,

I want the guest rooms aired out.

I'll want to go over the linens

for the daybeds in the study...

...and the sun room.

No, Joy, I don't like those colors together.

Change them.

Dolores, did you check on the flowers?

Must you look so trod-upon, Dolores?

In 36 hours you will have

the uniquely thrilling experience...

...of standing at the epicenter

of a total solar eclipse.

I've got guests traveling 800 miles

for something all you need to do is look...

Did you see Dolores?

As soon as the caterers arrive, I want you

to make sure they have everything needed.

I've made a list.

I want no last-minute frantic runs

to Jonesport.

Do you hear me?

Would you put on some tea?

-Are we quite finished?

-I'm sorry, Mrs. Donovan. I truly am.

'"Vera.'"

I insist all women who have hysterics

in my drawing room...

...call me by my Christian name.

So, enlighten me, Dolores.

What turns a stone-hard woman like you

into the blubbering mess I see before me?

Joe stole my money.

I went to close out my account...

It was money I'd been saving for Selena.

$3,000. I went to get it out

and it was gone.

Well, don't look to me, Dolores.

All my money's tied up in cash.

Planning on playing the stock market,

were you?

I was going to leave.

I was going to take Selena away with me

tonight before he gets back.

Well...

...isn't that dramatic.

And why, exactly, are we running away?

Well, go on, Dolores.

Perhaps it's not as bad as it seems.

Give it to me. It's mine!

Oh, my God.

It's your father.

He's been at you, hasn't he?

What are you talking about?

-What's he done to you?

-Nothing!

-He's been touchin' you, hasn't he?

-No!

What's he done to you?

You've gotta tell me the truth.

It's important.

Leave me alone!

You b*tch!

You crazy old lying b*tch!

You're a f***ing psychotic.

-You think I'd make this up?

-This actually comes to you?

-How can you not remember?

-I remember you hitting him!

That I remember.

I remember the blood on his face,

the drinking, the fighting, but this?

-You're not responsible.

-Mackey's right. You are dangerous.

-F*** you!

-You gotta believe me.

No, I don't.

Don't try and stop me.

I'm going to the hotel.

Mrs. Devereaux needs extra help

for the eclipse.

-I'll be back in a few days.

-We talked about this.

I don't care what we talked about.

I don't want to be here when you talk

to Dad about your crazy ideas.

Come back here right now!

Just leave me alone!

For 12 hours sleep, you don't look so good.

I need to be in Arizona.

It's a big story and I need it.

I know.

I packed your things.

You had stuff lyin' around.

Coffee's on the stove.

What is it?

It's Detective Mackey's report. Here.

I don't want it.

How remarkably brave, Mother.

I'll make some calls.

You'll have your phone

turned on tomorrow.

I'll take the report.

I'm gonna fax it to a lawyer.

You can expect a call tomorrow.

And when you talk

to that lawyer, Mother...

...you damn well better do what he says.

You'll miss your ferry.

You want to hang yourself?

Go into that inquest tomorrow

and start shooting your mouth off.

I'm sorry, Mother.

'"Sometimes being a b*tch is the only thing

a woman has to hold onto.'"

Sh*t!

I hope I'm doing this right,

'cause I never worked one before.

Don't these Japanese make

the cunningest little gadgets?

You're sleeping now, Selena...

...but I know when you get up,

you're gonna leave.

By the time you hear this,

I figure you're in Arizona.

By now it's all been said and done.

You can forget about the lawyer.

I'm gonna go down tomorrow

and talk to those people and...

...I ain't makin' a stink about it no more.

I'm telling you now

what I'm gonna tell them.

I just thought you ought to hear it

firsthand, is all.

How far has he gone, Dolores?

She says it ain't never happened.

And she screamed and cried

and denied it so bad, I know it's true.

I should've...

The way she's been acting around him,

I should've known it sooner.

My God.

How far has he gone?

He wasn't always like this.

When we started out

it wasn't a dream come true...

Has he f***ed her?

I don't know.

I don't know.

But if he hasn't, he's gonna soon enough.

He's working the boats.

He'll be back tomorrow.

That money...

I was gonna use that $3,000 to get us

as far away from here as possible.

And how far is that, Dolores?

Jonesport? Bangor?

You've never been more than 50 miles

away from this island in your life.

How long do you think

it would take him to find you?

It's a depressingly masculine world

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