My One And Only Page #8

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do you think's gonna happen there?

- Your brother will be discovered.

- I will.

Things will work out, George.

They always do.

Will you stop saying that?

You sound like a lunatic. You're gonna be

sitting in the electric chair one day...

as they flip the switch, and smoke

will be coming out of your ears...

while you're still sitting there saying,

"It'll all work out, you'll see. It always does."

All right?

I'm staying here in St. Louis.

Your Aunt Hope doesn't want you.

She said I can stay.

You asked her without asking me first?

That smile, girl.

Who are you to tell my son

that he can live with you?

- He asked me.

- Oh, well, then.

Do you even want him,

or do you just not want me to have him?

- You just don't want me to have him.

- That is not true.

It is true. Isn't it true?

Well, I don't care whether

she wants me or not. I'm staying here.

Do you know how insulting that is to me?

Will you stop thinking about yourself

for once in your life and start...

- thinking about what I want?

- I'm always thinking about you, George.

- That's bullshit.

- Well, why do you think I've just spent...

the last four months

driving halfway around the world?

I forgot.

Tell me why again.

Get in the car.

You don't even know me.

Oh, George, stop being silly.

- Now get in the car.

- All right then.

I'll get in the car.

But here's the deal.

First you have to tell me

what my shoe size is.

What are you talking about?

Then tell me what I want to be

when I grow up.

- Does anybody know what he's talking about?

- What's my favorite color?

Blue.

Red.

Yellow?

Green?

Hell, I don't even know

what my favorite color is.

All right then.

Here's an easy one.

What's my favorite book? Huh?

Tell me what my favorite book is,

and I'll go with you.

I've been talking about it

for the last two years. What is it?

I don't know what your favorite book is.

It's Catcher in the Rye.

We have a winner.

Not that I approve of a book like that.

I've done the best I could.

Well, it's not good enough.

Well, aren't you an ungrateful brat.

And you're a lousy mother.

George...

We're going.

You wanna wait for

the storm to pass, or are you gonna...

- We'll be fine, Tom.

- You know, she doesn't mean

anything by it, you know.

She's just, uh...

I know, Tom.

She can't help herself.

You'll look after George?

I will.

- Bye, Uncle Tom.

- Bye, Robbie.

Don't look in the mirror. Remember?

Yeah. It's a good thing

they got that top up, though.

If not, they'd be swimming for sure.

It could turn into a tornado in no time.

No, it's not gonna be a tornado.

It's just heavy rains.

Hey, did Bob ever call you

about your truck?

Even though I told her

I wanted to stay in St. Louis...

I was surprised when my mother

left without me.

I guess I didn't give her

much of a choice, did I?

I sat there waiting for her

to barge back in and drag me into the car.

Once again, I underestimated her.

Eat your food, George.

It's getting cold.

Wanna go to heaven and rest

Robbie called collect almost every day.

He said to make money,

they were taking on day riders.

Yeah, yeah, good face.

- Yeah. That's great. What is this made of?

- That's horse hair.

I'm a salesman by trade, ma'am...

on my way to Amarillo to start a new job...

to sell the product of the future.

Oh! Well, what's that?

- Asbestos.

- Asbestos?

Asbestos.

Yes, son, asbestos.

It's a fireproof building material.

You heard about that school fire in Kentucky

where all those poor kids died?

Yeah. Never again.

Ever. No, sirree.

Asbestos is gonna save thousands,

maybe millions of lives.

You mark my words, son.

I took a correspondence course in acting...

and my teacher,

Mr. Brinkston of London, England...

He said I have the talent

to go to Hollywood and become a star.

- Oh.

- So that's why Becker and me

are going to Hollywood.

- Maybe.

- Not maybe at all, sweetheart.

That's where we're going...

same place they are.

You know, you kind of have

a Judy Garland type look to you.

You're not the first person

who's said that. Is he, Becker?

You're gonna do real good there too.

- You're really handsome.

- Well, thank you.

He looks like a girl.

No!

He's got that "andro-gynous" quality

that Marlon Brando has.

Don't worry.

That's a good thing.

You can leave us off here.

S-Stop.

- Here? What do you mean?

- Shut up. Pull over.

Are you sure you want to get out here?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Just pull over.

All right.

Okay.

Thank you.

Well, that'll be, uh, $10, you two.

Nobody move!

- Oh, my God!

- Oh, not again, Becker!

- Jesus!

- Shut up!

- Please don't hurt my mother.

- He's not going to hurt me, Robbie.

You get me all the cash you got,

or I'm gonna slice her wide open.

- There's money in my bag.

- Go get it, pansy.

Okay. Okay.

Come here. Take her ring.

- I don't want her ring!

- Take it!

- What else you got, lady? Huh?

- I don't know.

Put down the knife!

Oh, my God, Becker!

See?

- Hell, he ain't gonna shoot nobody.

- I'm not?

No, you're not. Do what he says

and put the gun down, Robbie.

I can handle this, Mom.

Put down the shiv, soldier boy.

Make me, fairy.

Get back! Pick up the knife

and get in the car now! Get back.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

Why are you asking him, huh?

I'm the one he shot at.

- Let's get out of here now.

- Okay. Wendy...

- come with us.

- No, you leave her alone!

You can't stay with him. Look at him. He's

a bully. He'll bring you nothing but trouble.

- But he wants to marry me.

- Oh, for God's sake, child.

If you marry him, you're gonna regret it

for the rest of your life.

- I'm sure you know that already.

- Sometimes I do think that.

Of course you do, darling.

Sorry, Becker.

Yeah, right.

Okay.

Bye, sweetie.

- You're a no-good b*tch.

- You watch your mouth.

So I figure we can stop

in Flagstaff on Monday...

and make it to Los Angeles

by Tuesday night.

What's Wendy doing?

Oh, no. It's the soldier.

We only have $67 left.

Well, at least she didn't take my shirt.

I'll get it.

- Give it time.

- Hello?

It's a collect call from Robert Mitchum.

I'll take it.

- Don't you dare accept.

- I'll accept the call.

- George, it's me... Robbie.

- I figured. Where are you?

Someplace with the unfortunate name

of Albuquerque.

One of the riders we picked up

stole all of our money.

Are you and mom all right?

We're fine. Mom's coming.

I'll call you later.

Someone stole their money.

As long as she doesn't

expect me to give her...

Why don't we just wire 'em

some of the money she left us?

- Tom!

- What money?

- Sorry.

- My mother gave you money?

The money that she got from Massey...

she gave you that?

- Some of it.

- Most of it, actually.

- Tom, would you keep out of this?

- Fine.

- We're not a charity, George, and taking care...

- of a growing boy is not exactly cheap or easy.

- Give it to me.

- I will not.

- It's not your money.

- Give it to me.

- Over my dead body.

- I'll give it to you, George.

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