Mrs. Winterbourne Page #3

the diaper truck would

take the diapers away.

But now everything's disposable.

The trucks would drive up. Yeah.

The men would come out

with these huge sacks.

- Your pills.

- I took them. Before.

- Take your pills.

- Who works for who here?

No! No! Give it.

- Give it.

- Let go. No!

You must watch her every minute.

Oh, shoot! Man, I'm sorry.

- Look at this.

- It's no problem.

The clothes are a little big.

- After the baby I lost a little...

- Height?

Mother says I was rude

and unfriendly when we met.

You weren't rude.

Just unfriendly then?

That's good.

Gives us something to build on.

Forgive Bill.

He hasn't yet mastered

conversational skills.

So, where in Hong Kong did you meet?

The mall.

- The mall?

- Sure.

Hong Kong's a happening place.

They got 7-Elevens,

Popeye's Fried Chicken.

Great Chinese food. You ought to go.

Thanks. Hey, Father, want some?

- You with the hands again!

- That's my job.

It's all right. Really.

She'll be around in a minute.

Get it later.

Dining ritual is different

in Hong Kong.

- We use chopsticks.

- And you eat out of paper boxes.

Paris must've been ideal

for a wedding, Patricia.

Oh, yes. So French.

Tell us about the wedding.

Well, it was beautiful.

Could you elaborate?

Real beautiful.

Right there in France,

which is real beautiful, you know?

I would've been there,

had he picked up the phone.

It was spur-of-the-moment.

I don't blame you.

Hugh just didn't think about it.

I know he wasn't always responsible.

It may have looked

like thoughtlessness.

But to me, and I know I knew him

such a short time...

there was a kindness about

him that was sweeter...

because it was so thoughtless.

He was one of the only people

who was kind without a reason.

Not because he wanted something

but just because.

You understood him.

I never did. I thought there'd

be time to figure him out.

He talked about you all the time.

He'd say:
"We look alike,

that's why we act so different."

I thought he didn't tell you.

He did.

Of course he did. It was just

when I saw you it slipped my mind.

- Of course it did. We understand.

- But why lie about it?

When I saw you I was so confused.

This house... I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, I have to lie down.

I'm going to my room.

- What were you doing?

- Her answers weren't consistent.

This is not a cross-examination.

She's been through hell.

She's covering something up.

I mean, look at her!

A banker's daughter? My ass!

Sorry, Father.

No, "ass" is fine. Right?

Well, in Judges chapter 15

Samson smote...

the Philistines with the bone of an ass.

I think that was ass in a different...

- "Ass" is fine.

- She's hiding something.

She's Hugh's widow,

and she has just given birth...

to my grandson under tons of metal.

I don't care if she's a drug lord,

I'm gonna help her!

Unless you treat her with respect

I'll take you and spank you!

- And don't think I can't do it!

- Paco.

My money's on her.

"I believe in God the Father Almighty,

Creator of Heaven and Earth."

This is our faith.

This is the faith of the church.

We are proud to profess it.

- "In Christ Jesus, our Lord."

- Jesus, our lob.

I believe in one homely

epileptic jerk.

Hugh... Donald...

Arthur Winterbourne...

the Second.

I baptize you in the name

of the Father...

and of the Son...

and of the Holy Spirit.

You found the secret passageway.

Very clever.

Is that it?

I thought I was lost again.

Ready for the party?

- Party?

- Yes.

We're having a few people over

to celebrate the christening.

I guess I can handle a few people.

- Thank you very much.

- He's right.

So that's Patricia.

Not who I pictured for Hugh.

No.

I was surprised you didn't call me.

Come. There's so many old fogies here.

Meet people your age.

- You'll have more in common.

- I'll bet.

Oh, you have a beautiful little son.

Thanks. Isn't he great?

I was just telling Susan...

that I have to know

who does your hair.

My dear, it is so bold.

I was hoping you could

give me makeup tips.

Your look's so dynamic.

I'm too conservative, is my problem.

That nail polish with that lipstick.

Where'd you get that tip?

From a magazine?

- Oh, listen.

- What?

- It's Hugh's favorite song.

- He was always whistling it.

- We used to sing it all the time.

- Did you?

Excuse me.

Now I know this sounds silly...

but Hugh and I used

to play this song.

Can I sing it to the baby?

That'd be great! Thanks.

Come on, my precious.

You know, you really ought

to let Patricia sing too.

Yes, I hear she has a wonderful voice.

Come on.

Thank you.

- Bye!

- Good luck.

Wonderful. I was hoping your mother

would get up and sing.

Yeah, she has to come

out of her shell.

- Now, take it.

- Me?

Street!

I can hear it.

Did you, Mama?

Sing them blues!

You tell them!

I wouldn't worry.

You're damn close.

Be careful with him!

I am.

- I loved your lyrics.

- Yeah.

Didn't understand,

but they were wonderful.

What a singular interpretation.

Oh, f*** off!

You heard her. F*** off.

- I didn't know the song, okay?

- So what?

I love that,

what do you call it, rap?

Everyone expected me to know it.

What do you care what people think?

Really.

That's nice of you,

but I don't belong here.

I mean, look at me!

I am looking at you.

You're fine.

This is fine?

Of course.

Maybe we could do something

with the hair. Let's...

Maybe... Actually...

And the clothes, they don't fit.

It could be a better style.

The shoes...

I don't like these.

The makeup. This was a bit much.

And I didn't like the nails.

I don't like this...

Excuse me. Forgive me,

I never had a daughter.

That's all right.

I barely had a mother.

Hello, darling! How are you?

Get in touch with

banking contacts we have.

- Mrs. Winterbourne.

- How are you?

- So nice to see you.

- Thanks.

Hi, Mother. What brings you here?

Well... Come in.

- Hello, Bill.

- Patricia.

Are you free for lunch?

Well, you're not now.

Take her somewhere nice.

- Maybe I should go home with you.

- I'm not going home.

And you are dressed to go out.

So, Bill, take her out.

If you don't wanna do this,

I can catch a cab.

Believe me, I'd never hear

the end of it.

It's great to see a grown man

afraid of his mommy.

- This is really a beautiful city.

- Isn't it?

Let me take you on my

Freedom Trail tour...

through historic Boston,

past Paul Revere's house...

Can we go to the "Cheers" bar?

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

I love that show.

Norm? Norm's great.

- Paul Revere's house.

- What happened between you and Hugh?

Well, Father started us

in the company together.

When he retired he was gonna

hand the reins to both of us.

They called a meeting of the board

where they'd pass the torch.

Hugh and I stood at the door,

waiting to go in...

and Hugh turns to me and says,

"Wait a minute"...

and he walks down the hallway.

- And?

- And he didn't come back.

Three months later,

I get a postcard from Taiwan.

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