Miss Meadows Page #5

Mom... Mom, I'm scared.

I think I might...

I might call the police.

- The police?

- Yeah.

Mary, how many times must I tell you?

We must never rely on others

to do what we know must be done.

We have to take it upon ourselves

to right the wrongs of this world.

If a woman's tongue is her sword,

just think what her body can do.

But...

our bodies can bring new life, right?

I mean, that too, right?

- Right?

- Sometimes.

It can also take it away.

- Isn't that up to God?

- Oh, Mary, here you go again.

We don't want to rely

on the overburdened heavens

to give everyone their retribution,

now, do we?

Mom...

Mom, I almost...

I'm gonna have a...

I'm gonna have a baby.

Me. I'm gonna... I'm gonna have a baby.

I'm gonna have a...

I'm gonna have a wedding!

Are we supposed to forgive everyone?

Mommy...

Not everyone, my love.

Some things are unforgivable.

Today, we bid our dear

Mother Meadows goodbye.

Lost to another act of senseless,

random violence.

She leaves behind her pride and joy.

Little Mary. Let us all pray

for good to triumph over evil,

and let us pray that some thing

or someone will guide us on.

So am I... Am I always

gonna be the black sheep?

- Yes, dear.

- Okay. But I don't want to be.

Oh, now, now... there, there...

Just remember...

black sheep are still lambs.

Mommy? Mother?

I miss you.

But I'm gonna let you go now.

I'm gonna let you go now.

I'm gonna let you go now.

- Hey, Mike?

- Yeah.

- Got your ballistics report.

- Great.

- Looks like we got a match.

- Right on.

The truck driver and the Top Dog kid,

and now the priest,

all with a .25 calibre

short-barrelled pistol. Same gun.

- Okay.

- Oh, and there's this.

It appears Father Peter

was a serial child molester.

And now a bunch of kids are coming forward

claiming sexual abuse.

Nobody misses a pervert.

If you ask me, this guy's lucky he's dead.

Anyway. Oh, hey, we got

the wedding invitations too.

- That didn't take long, did it?

- I guess when you know, you know.

- Danny.

- Yeah.

Was there anything about Michelle

that would've been a deal breaker?

Maybe if she was a Steelers fan.

That probably would've done it.

The baby has grown

since I started making this.

I had to let out the seam. Can you tell?

I think you look beautiful.

Thanks.

Is your mother coming to the wedding?

My mother doesn't like weddings.

You don't think she'll make

an exception this time?

No.

What mother doesn't want to see

her daughter walk down the aisle?

Mine.

What happened to your shoe?

Oh, it lost a tap.

I found this one.

Oh! I've been looking all over for this.

Where did you find it?

It was at the church.

I am gonna just put that on right now.

Thank you.

Dammit, it's not fitting.

Yeah. That's right.

Because it's not real.

What are you talking about?

It's not real.

None of it is.

Let's stop pretending, okay?

Okay, now, let's stop pretending,

and let's tell the truth, you and I.

Because I know.

I know.

I've been covering.

I've been denying the obvious,

because I would do

anything for you. Anything.

So I need you to do something for me.

I need you to promise me

you're going to stop this. Okay?

I can't promise you that.

- Do you want cream or sugar?

- What happened to you?

You can tell me. You can tell me anything.

If you don't want to tell me,

that's fine too. I'm here.

But I don't know what made you this way.

And I just need you

to stop all this insanity.

It's not insane!

What I do is not insane.

You gotta be kidding me. You're walking

around with a gun in your purse.

I don't know what

you're talking about anymore.

I don't understand

anything you're saying.

You can't talk to me

like a normal human being.

You think I want to do this?

No one else is doing it!

I see that. I'm aware of that.

I mean, it's like the wolf

says to the lion...

Okay, no. No, no, no. Stop, stop, stop.

You can't talk to me like this anymore.

Just talk to me like a normal person.

- I'm trying, okay?

- If you keep doing this...

we're gonna get married

in federal prison.

I don't want to, but I'll do it.

I'll come visit you.

But if you stop...

If you can stop, I can bury this.

Okay? But I need you to say that you

promise me you will never do this again.

I need to know

that you're here with me also.

Can you promise me?

- Yes.

- Yes?

- Yeah.

- You can?

- I promise you.

- Okay.

- Okay, good. Good, good, good.

- I'll...

- Sheriff?

- Yes.

I'll try.

I will try.

Here you go.

She's got quite a...

following.

Oh, Miss Meadows, you look so pretty.

Thank you. You look beautiful.

Can I see you twirl in that dress?

Wow!

What about your hair?

You should have a flower in it?

- You don't think the veil is enough.

- You need a flower too, for the baby.

What a sweet thought. You know, there is

one single white rose in the back garden.

I'll get it, and then

we'll leave for the church, okay?

Not in your dress. I'll do it.

Oh, no, sweetie, there's thorns.

I'll get it in a second.

I'm a big girl, Miss Meadows.

Besides, I have gloves on. See?

Okay. Go ahead, but be careful.

- Thank you for your help.

- You're welcome.

Heather, it's okay.

I think the veil is enough.

You know, I just remembered that my mom

said it's bad luck to pick the last flower,

and I have this whole bouquet right here.

I'll save it for the baby.

I just don't want to be late.

Heather?

Heather? Heather?!

Heather?

Heather!

- Miss Meadows!

- I got you, sweetie.

Late on your first day.

And a tad overdressed, but oh, well.

- Stop, stop, stop. Give me that.

- No! No!

I will cut your throat.

Now, no offence, Miss Meadows,

but you do tend to over-accessorize.

Sheriff? She's never late.

Never ever.

You wouldn't let me come to your school.

So I thought I'd bring you to mine.

- I thought you said you changed.

- I did, and then I changed back.

And that's what the system gets

for kicking a kid out of school.

You can't teach an empty seat, can you?

You know what they say,

you spare the rod, you spoil the child.

- I don't agree with...

- Nobody cares! You're in my classroom!

So you can shut up, okay?

He says he's a teacher,

but I don't believe him.

That's 'cause he's pretending.

He likes pretend, just like you.

Just like Miss Meadows.

Now, Heather, shall we continue

where we left off?

Well, come on. Be excited!

I honestly do not know

how you do this all day long.

Go, go! Go come on, let's go!

We're gonna go come on.

Run, Heather, run!

- Get off me.

- Stop it! Sit down!

- Get off me!

- Sit down. Sit down...

That's it. There we go. There we go.

You really think you could just go off

and live happily ever after,

while the rest of us struggle

to carve out any version of a life?

I'm assuming that's rhetorical question?

You think you're so much better than me.

You think you're perfect.

You wanna know something?

We're exactly the same.

Exactly.

Help! Help!

He's got Miss Meadows!

He's got Miss Meadows!

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