Mrs. Winterbourne

We live in times of such

rapid change...

that it's easy

to feel overwhelmed.

We believe that we're not

in control of our lives.

The demands are so high.

We hear in our media how our future

may not be as great as our past.

We're caught up in making a living

instead of designing our lives.

We forgot what we're capable of.

Let me tell you the truth.

The future will be what

we decide to make it.

There are people who will succeed

in making a difference.

They live with passion.

They're doing things differently

than people living in fear.

It's a glorious day, isn't it?

Hello, Father. Lieutenant Ambrose.

We'd like to speak

with Mrs. Winterbourne.

- That would be me.

- Patricia Winterbourne?

She's my daughter-in-law.

What is this regarding?

The murder of Steven DeCunzo.

Then you'll want to speak with me.

Why is that?

I'm the one who killed him.

Oh, my!

Oh, my!

Steve DeCunzo. That's a name

I'd rather forget.

Let's go back to the beginning.

My name's Connie Doyle.

I grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey.

Mom died when I was 12.

Dad and I just didn't get along.

At 18, I decided to give us

both breathing room.

Besides, Ma always said:

"Destiny is waiting for you.

You just gotta go find it."

If you're looking for fate,

try New York City.

And guess who I met

that very first day?

Hi.

What's that behind your ear?

- Neat.

- Steve DeCunzo.

It's nice.

But it don't say what you do.

Good cards don't do that.

It's too showy.

- See, I'm an agent.

- Wow! For who?

I'm not at liberty to say.

It's professional ethics.

How old are you?

Eighteen. Today's my birthday.

You're shitting me.

You seem so mature.

- Really?

- That's it. We gotta celebrate.

Happy birthday!

For me?

Steve assured me I was both

beautiful and unappreciated.

The last thing a teenage girl

wants to hear.

Yeah, I fell for it.

Moved right in with him.

What the hell...

It was okay for a while.

Maybe he didn't give

me flowers, but...

I sure had my pick

of stolen car radios.

The important thing was,

he took care of me.

And he didn't ask

for too much in return.

But if this was supposed

to be my big destiny thing...

I was expecting a little more.

Come on, Ma. Give me a sign.

I'm pregnant!

Isn't that great?

What do you mean you're pregnant?

What do you mean, "What do I mean"?

I took a test and it came out positive.

We're gonna have a baby!

You're gonna tell me it's mine?

- Of course it is. I mean, who else?

- Don't give me that sh*t!

You screwed Connie, didn't you?

No, man, never.

I said, "Did you screw Connie?"

Sure, I did. Yeah, lots.

Slut.

- Get rid of it.

- I'm not getting rid of it!

So ends my brief history with men.

After that, I just kept getting bigger.

They fired me as a waitress.

The uniform didn't fit.

So I blew my money on luxuries

like food and toothpaste.

My time at the Y ran out.

I was about to spend

the night on the streets.

Now I got this baby to think about,

and I just can't let that happen.

It's Connie! I'm about to have your

baby in the street. Come watch!

Steve's out at the moment.

Hey!

I need a place to stay!

You owe me that!

- This ain't home!

- You owe me!

You don't want me

to come down there.

- I want you to come down here!

- I will!

- Come on down then!

- I'm not coming down!

I'm telling you, I got no place!

I got no money!

Here.

You wanted to have a baby? Fine.

Have it in the street.

That's it, Steve!

Jesus Christ.

Unbelievable.

Don't try to blow me off like that.

Get over here.

I'll help you pray.

Give an old man a quarter?

No? I'll help you to your train.

Get your hands off me.

Don't touch me! Nobody touches me!

Somebody touched you.

Here.

I was saving it. But, go on, take it.

Gee.

And here's a shelter on the West Side.

I mean, they pray at you,

but the food's okay.

Thanks.

Wait a second!

- Look out!

- Hold it. Wait.

Board!

This ain't the subway!

Let me out!

- Hey, where does this train go?

- Boston.

Tickets!

Tickets!

Tickets!

- Mister, please!

- Ticket!

My husband must have it. Steve!

Ticket.

I have her tickets, sir.

Told you I had a husband.

Of course she has.

I mean, look at her.

Or are you implying something

about my wife?

No, sir!

Sorry, sir.

Wow, thanks!

I've had a rough couple of days.

We're not really married, are we?

No, we're not.

You look very thirsty.

Would you like a soda?

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- Let's go sit down.

- Really?

I'm telling you,

you'll never find a seat.

I had no idea it would be

this crowded.

I forgot about spring break.

Those college days

seem a million miles away.

Don't they ever?

Patricia.

Hugh.

Is there something I should know?

I picked up a pregnant woman

in the club car.

He has a thing for us.

Did you get my drink?

- He gave it to me.

- I like her better than you.

Would you get me another one?

Why not? I mean, who knows?

Maybe I'll get lucky again.

Play nice.

- Hi.

- My name's Connie.

Oh, man! I'm sorry.

It's all right. That's okay.

Hardly anything.

I'll clean that right up. Here.

I'm so sorry.

I've got... Here. Here we go.

- Here.

- There, got it.

No problem.

So, how far along are you?

Oh, I don't know.

Twelve, 13 months.

You know, you are my first

American conversation.

- I've lived in Hong Kong since I was 8.

- Yeah?

We throw soda now. It's a new thing.

Anyway, I'm gonna meet Hugh's family.

I'm so nervous.

Oh, my God! You're soaked, aren't you?

Put it on.

- Yeah?

- Oh, I insist.

Anyway, my dad was a banker.

About a year ago, my dad died.

I didn't know what I was going to do.

I didn't have anybody.

I don't even remember my mom.

I'm sorry.

Feet get big when you're pregnant.

I haven't seen feet this big

since I saw the Knicks.

Well, look at my fingers.

Like hot dogs.

I gotta get this ring off.

- Shoot!

- Oh, no!

"Dear Penthouse, I thought

it would be a lonely ride..."

There's an empty table.

If we move right now, we can eat. Yes?

Be right there.

- He'll kill me if I lose it.

- I'll get it.

- I got it.

- Good.

Wow. God, it's beautiful.

Thank you. Thanks.

- That's so sweet.

- Go ahead, try it on.

- Isn't that bad luck?

- I couldn't have bad luck.

We gotta go.

Here.

My baby.

- My baby!

- Careful, honey.

- Where's my baby?

- Your baby's fine.

- What?

- Your baby's fine.

I wanna see him. Her, it, whatever!

We'll see what we can do.

What you can do is bring me

my baby, that's what.

Right.

Jeez.

There you are.

It's so sweet.

Just like a little cookie.

Hey, leave me alone!

I know what I'm doing!

Mommy doesn't really know

what she's doing. She was lying.

Two legs.

Two arms. Hands.

Toes. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

7, 8, 9, 10. Eleven?

No, no. Ten toes.

Oh, you're my little boy.

You be careful with that, cookie.

Those things can do a lot of damage.

Nice digs.

Look at the nice stuff.

Oh, sh*t!

Nurse!

Miss!

Miss, you brought me

the wrong goddamn baby!

It's too bad.

You're a nice one.

Miss! What...?

- Mrs. Winterbourne?

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