My One And Only Page #9

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- No, you won't!

Stay out of this, Hope.

The boy's right. It's his money.

We never should have took it from

the mother in the first place, all right?

I didn't take anything.

She gave it to me.

- Well, then give it to the boy.

- And what do I get?

You get to do the right thing, Hope.

Thank you.

And we both watched you drive away.

Oh.

Truth be told, I'm glad to be rid of it.

- I didn't like having all that money around.

- No. Of course you didn't.

Come on.

We're missing our show. Let's go.

Why are we stopping here?

Well, I figured we could just

stop here and pick somebody up.

Well, I don't see anyone.

Oh, look. There's someone now.

- Get in the back.

- Okay.

It's all she had left.

Here's the thing.

I'm only going as far as California.

After that,

you're on your own. Deal?

Deal.

Just drive.

George?

George, wake up.

There it was. Los Angeles.

The city of dreams.

- We'd finally made it.

- There's a pool!

It wasn't exactly the glamorous

Hollywood entrance...

my mother had imagined us making,

but we were in no position to complain...

- even though I did.

- At least we won't drown.

Here we are.

Perfect.

Well, you don't get sunlight

like this in New York.

Oh!

If you stand right here,

you can see the ocean.

Oh, wow.

George, come look.

How long is that money gonna last us?

That's not your concern.

Why don't you boys

go to the beach and have some fun?

- I don't like the beach.

- Oh, go get yourself some color, George.

You're paler than a nun's behind.

Door was open.

Nothing to steal.

You been here long?

Couple weeks.

Nice.

Always were a terrible liar.

Well, at least you're not gonna

drown in the pool.

So I've been told.

How did you find us?

I got a postcard from George.

- He get mine?

- I don't think so.

Where are you playing?

Coconut Grove.

Opening up for Basie.

How is old Basie these days?

Same as ever.

How are you?

I'm good.

You look good.

You look tired.

You're not eating right.

Well, the road wears you out.

Yeah. Tell me something I don't know.

So, you done with this?

Done with what?

This little experiment of yours.

Oh.

It's not an experiment, Dan.

Whatever you say.

Hey, how about you and the boys...

come back to New York with me tomorrow?

What do you say?

I can't do that.

Don't you love me anymore?

I don't know if I love you anymore.

But I do know that

I don't need you anymore.

Oh!

Well, I never thought

I'd hear you say something like that.

Neither did I.

Hey, you want me to get down on one knee

like I did 16 years ago tomorrow?

First time you've ever remembered.

Carl remembers stuff for me.

- Oh.

- Maybe you should have married him.

You're a hell of a woman, Ann.

You don't know the half of it.

I could learn.

No.

I wish things were different.

God, I really do, Danny.

Okay. Okay.

Are we still friends?

I hope so.

Look, um...

you know, if...

you change your mind...

Oh, I'll know where to find you.

Come on!

Move!

Cut! Cut!

All right, people, let's take five.

And that's a reset,

ladies and gentlemen. That's a reset!

Back to first positions.

Come on, guys!

- I'm just such a mess.

Maybe if I put this side up like that.

Darling, you're a slave.

You're building a pyramid.

Well, that's no reason

to not be presentable.

What the hell is it this time?

One of the slaves got her foot run over

by the chariot, Mr. Kamen.

Christ. Is the chariot okay?

Just kidding.

- Let me help you.

- Oh. Thank you very much, Mr., um...

- Martin Kamen, producer.

- Ann Devereaux, pyramid builder.

You're much too beautiful to be a slave.

Words every woman dreams of hearing.

- Are you an actress, Miss Devereaux?

- No, I'm not.

- But my son is.

- Is that right?

Robbie.

This is Mr. Kamen.

He's the producer.

Oh. How do you do, sir?

- So you want to be an actor?

- Oh, yes.

- Nice-looking boy, isn't he?

- Yeah.

If he still wants to be an actor in

the morning, bring him by my office.

- All right.

- Come on, boys. Let's get a move on.

We're losing the light.

Yes! Oh, my God!

So my mother was about

to deliver on her promise to Robbie.

And for a moment, I thought

maybe she'd been right after all.

Maybe things did work out for the best.

Hello?

Hello.

All right. I'll get her.

It's for you.

- Hello?

- Miss Devereaux?

Yes, this is she. Yes, please.

I'm so sorry.

No.

Thank you for calling.

Who was that?

Mom?

Your father has died.

He had a heart attack...

after a show in New York.

Mom... Mom...

Yeah.

It's all right, baby. Cry.

You cry.

You just...

cry as much as you want.

It's cold.

Thanks.

Do you want my blanket?

Mm-mmm. I'm fine.

I just got off the phone with the airline.

They'll give one of us the bereavement fare

to go back for the funeral.

I think that should be you.

Okay.

I called Mr. Dixon today...

The headmaster at Radford.

That was my school.

I know.

Well, they offered me

a full scholarship...

if I wanted to go back next semester.

I could never afford

a school like that out here.

Is that what you want to do, George?

You want to go back to New York?

I think so.

Well...

Where will you live?

Billy's parents said I can stay with them there.

I like them.

New York's my home.

I know it is.

And everybody knows if you want to be

a writer, you have to live in New York.

There's too much sun here in L.A.

It's not depressing enough.

You sound like your father.

We will find a way to make that work.

You will?

That was our deal.

So, I was finally on my way back to New York.

I'd won the battle with my mother...

but it sure wasn't the way

I wanted to win it.

Not like this.

So my father went down to the kitchen...

and cooked breakfast for us

and a bunch of other guests.

It was the wildest thing

my family ever did.

And that's what I did

on my summer vacation.

Very good, Judy.

Now, George, why don't you

tell us about your summer?

My summer really started last year...

when my mother left my father

for sleeping with his band singer...

and she gave me $6,000 cash

to go buy a car.

My mother was arrested for solicitation...

but of course it was all

just a big mistake.

Massey was a serial matrimonialist...

who had proposed to

or married at least 11...

- different women...

- Then the girl steals all their money...

and runs off with

the psycho soldier again, so...

I had to go back and get all the money

my Aunt Hope stole from my mother...

and meet up with them again...

We finally made it to L.A.

But right after we got there, my...

my father died,

and I came back here for his funeral.

I miss him.

I always thought that after this...

we were all gonna end up together again.

But we're not.

They sat there

looking at me like I was an alien...

from some faraway planet speaking

in a language they'd never heard before.

I'm not running anymore, Mary Beth.

But it's too dangerous

here for you, Frankie.

I'm not afraid of danger, Mary Beth.

Not anymore.

Frankie, they already killed Ma and Pa.

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