Grand Canyon Page #6

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You know how

I feel about it.

I think I've always

been frank with you.

You'll never have

to say another word.

Excellent. Have you

told the studio yet?

Ah, f*** the studio.

Have you told

your business manager?

F*** 'em, Claire.

You said all along there's

a fortune to be made

in stories about life...

the life force,

the creation of life,

the very instinct

for living.

Besides, I don't give

a sh*t about money.

I made more money

this year

than my father made

in his entire life.

At the rate I'm going,

I won't run out of money

for, uh...

well, 18... months,

anyway.

I'm going to make

the world a better place

for your new bambina.

What's happening?

What's happening?

Well, let's see.

We're filling out forms.

We're being evaluated.

We're becoming

official foster parents,

which would be

the first step.

We're...

We're arguing.

We're talking.

We're... flirting

with marital disaster.

Mack and I

are both being...

passionately, unshakably

devoted to our own position.

Claire, may I be very,

very frank with you?

Is it possible

this has come up

because Roberto's

about to move on

and you are

coincidentally

approaching

a certain age?

As opposed to what?

As opposed to being

wildly in love

with this particular baby

which I had in my house

for nine hours?

Of course that's why

this has come up, Davis.

It's not that simple,

but, yes.

But is that

rational?

Rational?

Reasonable,

feasible

for you and Mack?

Well...

I guess

I'd have to say...

I don't really care.

And it's

in Canoga Park.

A nice little apartment

complex, he says.

A friend of his

owns it,

his associate.

He'd be reasonable

with the rent.

Canoga Park?

Yeah, yeah.

That's a bunch of

white people, isn't it?

Uh, I don't know.

Yeah. Right.

He didn't want

to go to Cabo San Lucas?

He didn't say.

Hmm?

Hi.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Do you know Jane?

Nope.

- This is Mack.

- Hi, Mack.

Hi, Jane.

Do you want

to sit down?

Thanks. I got something

I should do upstairs.

I'm having

one of those days.

Which kind?

I keep drifting.

I can't seem to carry

through on anything.

Like I'll say I have

to go upstairs,

but I don't want to,

so I don't go.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

At the same time,

I'm feeling very free,

like I've got a little

buzz on or something.

Does that happen

to you?

It doesn't happen to me

as much as I'd like.

It's very pleasant.

What brought it on?

Maybe I'll try it.

I got up early

this morning.

Sometimes it helps

to be sleepy.

I got that part

down.

I went to see

this guy that helped me

when my car broke down...

he drives a tow truck.

I really like him.

His daughter goes

to this deaf college

in Washington, D.C.

His wife left him.

He's kind of lonely,

but he seems

peaceful about it.

That would be nice.

It would be great

if you could be

down about things

but still be

all right with it,

like, finally

accept the fact

you'll feel bad

most of the time

and not fight it.

It would also be nice

not to feel bad.

That's how you get

in trouble...

thinking how nice it'd

be to be happy more.

Jane, are you married?

No.

Got a boyfriend?

No.

Would you like

to meet this guy?

I don't know.

What does he look like?

How important is that?

Somewhat important.

No, I was

just curious.

I mean, he happens to be

a very handsome black guy.

I don't know

that much about him.

How are you going

to describeJane?

Same way.

A very handsome

black guy.

Yeah.

Mama, there's

a man here.

Yes?

Hello, Mrs. Dotson.

You've got a polite

little lady there.

What is it?

My name's

Harvey Charles.

I represent

the Ohio Continental

Insurance Company.

Here's my card.

You're selling

insurance?

Yes, ma'am.

We don't want

life insurance.

That's what

most people say.

Our policies only

cost $10 per month.

Mister, I'm too young to be

getting life insurance.

We're not just

talking about you.

Think about

your children.

I ask you only

one thing, Mrs. Dotson.

Just glance at these

news clippings

here in my hand.

What about them?

What they show

in frightening detail

is the high rate

of violent death

caused by gangs

and crime

in your neighborhood.

Can I hand these

to you to look at?

Look, Mrs. Dotson,

I'm not going

to kid you.

These policies

are inexpensive

because the benefits

aren't that big

when they pay off,

but what they'll do is,

if harm should come

to one of your children,

this policy will cover

all funeral expenses

and arrangements...

Kelley, go wait

in the kitchen.

What?

Go.

You trying to sell me

life insurance policies

on my kids?

Ma'am, they're the ones

on the front line.

They're the ones

in danger.

You get the f***

off my porch!

I said get away

from my house, damn it!

Bottom of the list.

Who needs them?

Beaufort, South Carolina?

My mother tryin'

to keep the baby.

You need her as much

as she needs you.

It's big

for the money.

It's not beautiful,

but they keep it up

pretty good.

They have their share

of gangs here, too.

But they don't

run the place.

Not yet anyway.

I guess Kelley would

eventually adjust.

Is it always

this hot?

Yeah.

Deborah's

really confused.

It's a big move,

and I don't know what

to tell her, either.

Either way,

thank you, man.

Darkness in the mornin'

Shadows on the land

Certain individuals

Aren't stickin'

to the plan

And I'm searching

for a heart

Searching everyone

They say love

conquers all

You can't start it

like a car

You can't stop it

with a gun

Excuse me. Are you

Roberto's mother?

Yes.

We're Amanda's parents.

I'm Steve Fox.

This is my wife Cathy.

Hi. Claire.

We can't wait

to meet Roberto.

Feel like we know

him from Amanda's letters.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid that

Roberto doesn't write

as much as he should.

We're very pleased

about Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving?

It's so good of you

to let Roberto come

to San Diego.

Gosh, I'm sorry. I guess

you may not have heard

everything

about this summer.

I'm beginning

to get the picture.

There's my parents.

Which ones?

See the man

in the beard?

Oh, God. They're

talking to my mother.

They were relieved

I wasn't Puerto Rican.

Amanda didn't

explain that

in the many,

many letters

that she wrote

to her parents?

I hope they're

not bigots.

Did you want

to tell me about it?

What?

What happened

this summer.

At camp?

Oh, camp was O.K.

I really

missed you, kid.

I'm glad you're back.

Yeah. Me, too.

I'm sorry about

that Thanksgiving thing.

We'll talk to

your father about it.

It's O.K. With you?

I didn't say that.

But your mind's open?

Roberto.

O.K. Remain calm.

Let me ask you

something.

How open

is your mind?

Is this going to be

about my hair?

No. This is something

pretty big.

About me?

Only partly.

It involves you.

Are you and Dad

splitting?

Why do you say that?

Is that it?

No. Absolutely no.

Why would you say

a thing like that?

Do we look like we're

about to split?

I don't know. People

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