Heart and Souls Page #6
Right, Milo, let's not kill me
until everyone else has had a chance.
We got the stamps. We didn't get caught.
What's the big deal?
Excuse me, sir?
Is there a problem, Officer?
I'd say so. Doesn't seem to be your day.
You're parked next to a fire hydrant.
Is that all?
Well, it would be, except for the $2,600
you have in outstanding parking tickets.
You see? You get in trouble without me, too.
- Shut up.
- What?
Milo, if it weren't for you,
to ride on one of these things.
You see? Something good
comes outta everything.
That's $2,600 for the tickets.
Now, with interest and penalty fees
that comes with $3,228.
10% interest? In this economy?
- Just say, "Thank you, Sergeant."
- Thank you, Sergeant.
And thank you for shopping with us.
- So far, so good, huh?
- Shut up! I'm out $3,000!
- Put it on my tab, okay, Tommy?
- Tab? What tab?
By the way, don't call me Tommy!
You are not my friends!
It's exactly that attitude
that alienates people.
Anne! I forgot about Anne!
I'm supposed to meet her parents!
Is it just me or does it bother
anyone else that this is a one-way street?
He gets so busy. He never knows
what his schedule's gonna be.
They really rely on him at work.
Don't you worry about it, darling.
Maybe we'll meet him tomorrow.
- Mmm.
- Bye.
Yeah, he really wants to meet you.
- Bye-bye, sweetie.
- Bye.
You know, it must have been
some kind of emergency at work.
Uh-huh.
Those bankruptcies
can be really unpredictable.
Relax, honey.
We'll give him another chance,
then we'll kill him.
You jerk!
So, great, how long is this gonna take?
Hey. I happen to care
about this woman. Okay?
Do you mind if
I keep one thing in my life on track?
Okay, okay.
Anne!
Hi. I'm sorry.
- I'm really, really sorry.
- Don't be sorry.
-You're angry. I can tell you're angry
-I was angry.
I've been through concern, worry, annoyance.
Where are you now?
I'm fine.
Yeah, I had a great time with my parents.
Uh-huh.
- You could have called.
- I know, I should have called.
- I'm sorry, I didn't...
- I mean, Thomas, let's just face it, okay.
We get along okay,
but things are just not going...
Wait. What do you mean, "okay"?
I think there's more here than just okay.
- For me, you know...
- Things aren't going anywhere.
I mean, our relationship
is not proceeding along normal lines.
What is that supposed to mean?
Well, when normal people get involved,
they just naturally take a natural course.
Yeah, it's like your keys.
My keys?
Yes. I don't even have
the keys to your apartment.
Okay, you want my keys.
No. No, it's a symbol.
A symbol of a relationship
that is going somewhere.
- Are you listening?
- Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm here, I'm here.
We meet, we are attracted,
we trade keys and you meet my parents.
I'm aware of the significance
of parent-meeting.
You think that I haven't screwed up
enough relationships to know that?
- I want to meet your parents.
- You do?
Mmm-hmm.
Well, they have tickets
to a concert tomorrow night.
- Great.
- No way. We can't.
Thomas, we really need you.
Mmm, I can't do it tomorrow night.
Aw, Jesus.
Anne, please.
Things are really complicated for me, at work.
Okay? There are these people in town.
These four very pushy
and annoying people, okay,
from this damn bankruptcy.
But I swear to God I wanna meet your parents.
I'll walk to San Diego
on my knees to meet them.
- On your knees?
- Yes.
In a new suit, I hope?
Yes, in a new suit. You have no idea.
They're... You know.
- I'm still mad.
- I know and you have every right to be.
- Good night.
- Good night. I'll call you.
- Good night.
- Night.
- I like her.
- Hmm.
She's strong without being pushy.
I like her, too,
but I gotta return these stamps. I'm sorry.
- Very nice.
- Yes.
Let's go. I'll be very brief.
Okay, now, you stay in bed.
God, I hope it's the right guy.
Milo, how many
Duane Dortmuellers could there be?
Yeah?
It's him.
Look down. Look down, for God sakes!
What... Gimme...
Honey!
Look at this! It's the stamps!
I did it!
That was great! Wasn't that great?
I'd say, that was great.
- That was great.
- He looked so happy.
This is gonna work! We can do this!
You did a good thing. Smile!
You remember smiling?
Open your lips, show your teeth.
Wa-wa walk
- Oooh
- Like a man
- Bye-aye, baby
- Ooh-wa-ooh
- I don't mean maybe
- Ooh-wa-ooh
- Ooh-wa-ooh-wa, ooh-wa-ooh
- Soon you'll be cryin'
- Ooh-wa-ooh
- On account of all your lyin'
- Ooh-wa-ooh
But, yeah, just look
who's laughing now
- I'm gonna
- Walk like a man. Fast as I can, yeah
Walk like a man
from you
I'll tell the world
forget about it, girl
And walk like a man
from you
Oooh
Oh, my God.
I need one of you now.
Hello?
Guess we're thinking about me, huh?
Hey. We had fun, huh?
Yeah.
Bugging you is what kept me going
all these years.
You're the best mom I ever knew, Penny.
- You go find your kids, okay?
- Oh, Milo.
Milo,
- try not to...
- What?
All of the above.
Hope you meet a good-looking angel up there.
Go get 'em, buddy.
Good luck, you know. I mean, whatever.
This is strange.
I know.
Uh, listen.
Listen to this. Now, why don't you
come back when we're all done?
And then you could take us
all at once, you know?
Save you a lot of mileage.
Hey, look, pal.
I bought you every second I could,
but a new life's being created
and it needs a soul now!
You try to be a nice guy.
I'll be back for you guys soon.
Hey, buckaroo.
You really came through for me back there.
That meant a lot to me.
- Hey, Milo.
- What?
- So who's next?
- Who's next?
Excuse me. Excuse me.
I know I'm in the minority,
being the only living person here,
but I do have a life
and I have a job that I occasionally go to.
Thomas Reilly.
All right. I'll cancel the morning.
I'll cancel the day.
I'm, uh... I'm not really comfortable...
Will you stop making excuses?
There are plenty of places to sing.
There's jazz clubs, those karaoke things.
Shoot, we could crash a wedding.
Julia, at 7:
30 in the morning,the only people singing are drunk.
All right. So, look,
we'll postpone the singing, all right?
So what about you two? Penny, Julia?
John's farm is a couple hours' drive.
Let's try and find Penny's kids.
- It's okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah? Okay, let's go for it.
Nothing could be harder
than getting those damn stamps.
Adoption records from the 1950s are sealed.
Even the adopted children themselves
need a court order to open them,
if they're lucky.
A court order, how long does that take?
Too long. Plus a month.
- Do you live around here?
- Who are you, the man?
No. I'm not a cop.
I'm trying to help this lady find her kids.
What lady? That lady?
Yeah. Right over there. She's...
She lived here in the '50s. Her name is...
Oh, boy! This is something.
A bunch of people that don't exist,
looking for children that don't exist.
- We'll never find her kids.
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