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Now, what is that?

Charlie, did you feel that?

Yeah, I felt it.

It broke my damn window.

Is everything OK?

Suction.

Respiration.

Jet.

-I am starved.

-You're always starved.

Let's eat.

Jennifer, phone call for you.

You b*tch!

Did you... to think of that.

I thought you said...

Mom, is that you?

Listen, b*tch. Listen to me.

You listen to me now.

Listen to me.

You so innocent, aren't you?

Aren't you, you...

-Stop it.

-Sweet and so innocent.

Mama, please stop it.

Smiling little child whore!

Whore! B*tch!

I hate you! You listen to me.

Didn't know? Didn't know?

Doing that all the time!

You filthy little smiling slut!

Mama?

Wonder where they are.

-Damn it!

-That guy did it on purpose.

Will you look at this?

Jenny?

Hi, daddy.

How's mama?

She's hanging on.

Papa, this is Stuart.

Mr. Russell, I'm very sorry.

Call me Bob.

Well, I guess you want

to get home and clean up, huh?

No. I want to see mama.

Mama?

It's me.

I don't know

what I could've done wrong...

but whatever it was, I'm sorry.

And I love you.

Bye.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Mama, are you OK?

There's something wrong.

What's the problem, Margaret?

Nothing serious.

She just needs a bedpan.

Stuart, will you help me

change her, please?

-Certainly.

-Jennifer, would you excuse us?

Hello, Mrs. Russell.

Just loosen that sheet.

You know, to tell you the truth,

I don't do a lot of this myself.

You get used to it.

I spent fifteen years

getting used to it.

My mother was a stroke victim.

Now if you lift her up,

I'll get rid of this.

Easy.

That's it.

Yes, sir, fifteen years.

Two or three times a day.

The washing machine

never stopped.

Oh, we do have nurses

in this town... two of them.

One of them ran off to get

married, the other one drinks.

So, there you go, old girl.

I told you

not to worry about it.

That's what I'm here for.

Thank you, Stuart.

See that fence?

That's where our land starts.

Why are you stopping, daddy?

Those tracks

weren't there yesterday.

Who the hell's been up there?

Let's go home.

Eddie!

It's OK, honey.

It's all right.

It's OK.

I hope the accommodations

are OK, Stuart.

It may not be

what you're used to.

Oh, don't worry on my account.

I'll sleep like a log tonight.

I fixed up the spare

down the hallway for you.

So, what's your specialty,

Stuart?

Well, I'm a surgical resident...

but I've been thinking about

going into research.

-Get out!

-I'm not afraid of you!

Stop it! That's enough!

I forgot

how good milk could taste.

Tit to table...

it doesn't get any fresher.

Daddy, you know

I never drink that stuff.

Well, that stuff put you

through college, you know.

Stuart's very impressed

with Dr. Carr.

Said mama

couldn't be in better hands.

Yeah. He's highly thought of

locally.

Well, he has fine credentials...

Johns Hopkins,

Harvard Medical School.

He'd have been a star

at Mass. General.

Carr isn't that type.

He's perfectly happy

here in our community.

Stuart's just saying his

degrees are impressive, daddy.

Eddie, we got company.

Tell us about the earthquake.

It wasn't much of an earthquake.

Busted a couple of windows...

gave everybody

something to talk about.

Cigarette smoke

bother you, Stuart?

No. I don't mind at all. No.

Put it out anyway, Eddie.

You heard what the doctor said.

No problem.

Come on, you two.

This is ridiculous.

Seems like a nice man, Stuart.

You two

thinking of getting married?

We've talked about it.

Maybe someday.

It sure is good having you

home again, Jenny.

Were you and mama

happy together?

Of course we were, Jenny.

It's been a good marriage.

That's the truth.

Why does she hate me?

Oh, honey, she doesn't hate you.

I know she doesn't.

Relax.

How do you expect me to relax...

Your father's right next door.

Roll over.

OK. Lie on your stomach.

Yes, ma'am.

What is that?

It's nice, huh?

Witch hazel.

I thought this stuff

went out with Tom Sawyer.

Wait until I get to the talcum.

I want to do this to you.

Just shut up and enjoy it.

When I was little, I used

to pray I'd get a heat rash...

so my mama

would give me a rubdown.

Sometimes

she'd give me one anyway...

just because it felt so good.

I don't understand it.

Come here.

What?

Morning.

Need any help?

I think I can handle it.

He sure takes his deliveries

seriously, doesn't he?

I wish you could talk to me.

I want to understand, mama.

You know what?

I'm your daughter...

so I know something

nobody else can know...

how much you love me.

Come on, let's go get a malt.

Last one there is a rotten egg.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, wait a minute.

Morning.

Good morning?

Have a nice day.

Yeah, you, too...

and a wonderful life.

Been keeping yourself amused?

Yeah, to say the least.

Mr. Anson.

Hold your horses.

I'll be right there.

Thanks, Eddie. Still no change?

Well, we all keep on

hoping and praying.

-How much money you got?

-I only got a quarter.

-What'll it be, boys?

-Two ice creams, please.

Why don't we make it three?

I think the house can afford it.

-Thanks, Mr. Anson.

-Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

No problem.

Thank you.

Sorry, Mrs. Piersall,

next window.

I'm closing for a while.

You can't. I've been waiting

in this line twenty minutes.

Very sorry, Mrs. Piersall.

Some goddamn bank.

Gladys, calm down. We can just

move into the other line.

I am not going to move

into the other line.

I've been waiting here

for twenty minutes.

I couldn't believe it.

I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

Oh, Gladys,

that is unreasonable.

Well, Stuart, Margo.

Do you think that's unusual?

Happens all the time.

No. That's right. You...

That's my balance, right?

Well, sure.

Well, I guess

that takes care of it.

Thank you, Janet.

See you next week.

-Same time, same station.

-Great. Thank you.

-I saw what you did.

-So what?

You took that money.

-What if I did?

-Give me that purse.

I want to look inside

that purse!

Sorry.

-You can't do that!

-Why not?

Because it belongs to the bank.

So? Who cares?

Come on. Don't be so selfish.

Don't be ridiculous.

Get your hands off my purse.

-Wait.

-Stop!

Nobody's going anyplace,

Mrs. Piersall.

You, too, Mr. Biederman.

Glad to see you, sheriff.

Put the gun away, Ned.

Theodore, what's that

you got in your hand?

That's my Christmas club money.

The girl that I love so...

Give me a pitcher, Bird Eye.

Mary, what are you doing here?

Oh, just having a drink.

You know my sister Dawn

and my brother-in-law Pete.

I got waylaid at the bar,

if you'll pardon the expression.

Are you leaving?

I just got here.

No.

He gets up when a lady comes in.

A what?

I'm just kidding, Stu.

I think that's really sweet.

-Where's Bill?

-Bill who?

Bill is my husband

of, lo, these many years.

I left him bleeding to death

on the living room carpet.

I didn't, but I should have.

Excuse the girl talk,

OK, Stuart?

Why don't you visit?

I'm going to get some more wine.

Thank you. We're going

to take a short break.

We'll be back

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