Passion Fish Page #3

The place could use some work.

It wasn't set up

tor somebody in a chair.

I'll do the carpentry,

a little plumbin', tix your root.

- I'll talk to her.

- You'll wanna have this car looked at.

I'll tell her you said hi.

Nah. She won't remember me.

I'm really sorry I'm so late.

I need a glass ot wine.

Car broke down.

Didn't have any gas in it.

With ice.

I had a really terrible day.

Mine was a scream.

If you'd just bring the bottle over,

I can pour my own.

- I'm not your waitress.

- What are you then?

I'm going to get

the rest of the groceries.

It you want a drink,

I'll be in the kitchen.

- I can't make it out there.

- Where's your chair?

You're all sweaty.

I couldn't get into it in the bathroom.

It was easier to come out here.

You tell?

- What are you doing?

- I need to look at your legs.

- I didn't hit hard.

- I need to look at your legs.

No!

Please. You might be hurt.

You got aig bruise

under your hip.

Nothing's broken,

but let me take you for x-rays.

- No.

- There's no way tor me to be sure.

No! It's my tucking body!

I said no!

I'm not very good at this, am I?

Yeah, I know.

I've been thinkin' about

a career change myself.

I thought that you

drove back in to the agency...

and told them you were Quitting.

I need this job.

- I'll get you some dinner.

- Could you help me...

pull up my pants First?

Hello there.

Anybody home?

Can I help you?

I was wonderin'

if May-Alice might be in.

No one seems to answer

your telephone.

I was somethin' of

an atterthought in the tamlLy.

May-Alice's tather was already

in high school when I was born.

What tlme does May-Alice

usually rise?

About noon.

Sensible girl.

Noon suit me just fine.

But as long as

there's real estate...

to be bought and sold

in CresceNt City...

I have no rest.

Real estate...

that's what our dreams come to.

Can I help you tind something?

I'm pokin' around, aren't I?

I lived here tor a spell...

atter May-Alice's parents

passed on.

Bachelor days.

If you're lookin' tor the bottles,

I threw all that away.

I see.

There wasn't so much lett.

We got some white wine cold heRe.

That might be pleasant.

My brother, May-Alice's tather,

was an amateur tlyer.

He was quite a sportsman,

actually.

His house was once tilled

with his trophies on every wall.

until i was compelled to donate them

to the local museum of natural history.

Their eyes seemed to follow me

from room to room.

They were flyin'

down at the Keys...

tor the bonetishin', I believe,

not the Marlin.

May-Alice's tather was

a great admlrer ot Mr. Hemingway.

He flew everywhere

huntin', tishin'.

- Her mother went along?

- Whither thou goest, I shall go.

At the service,

three people rose...

to comment on what

an excellent pilot my brother was.

Not my drink, I'm atraid.

luilt this myselt.

When I was younger...

photography was Quite

an obsession of mine.

You ever seen the work

of Mr. E.j. Bellocg?

I don't think so.

Well, it's very striking.

Anyhow...

photography remained

an avocation...

not a way ot life.

Improves with age.

My triend jason got his tirst taste

ot tinancial independence...

And it was gone

wlth the proverbial wind.

He inherited money?

The onLy thing jason's in line

to inherlt is a Naugahyde dinette set.

You remember he was

somethin' oF a potter?

Well, he came up

with a scheme...

to manuFacture

homoeRotic delftware.

Go on!

Dinner plates with little Dutch boys

painted in compromisin' positions.

Perversion is rampant

in our society.

You'reetter ott without him.

I keep tellin' myselt that.

I was so sorry to hear about

your attliction, May-Alice.

I always wanted you

to be the one who went Away...

and became Famous

and was always happy.

Now this.

Reeves, it you start to cry,

I'm gonna throw my drink at you.

That's my uncle Reeves.

Isn't he great?

He's real literary.

Reeves has been literary

ever since he was a boy.

Didn't go down real big

in my tamily.

Takes all kinds.

He gave me his camera.

Isn't that sweet?

But you were insane

toward the end...

making up all kinds

of crazy stories...

sleeping with other men on the side,

and then accusing...

- What is this?

- I'm taking them out with us.

- Us?

- us. You and me.

- Out?

- Outside.

uh-uh. I don't like

the sound of this.

You need strength

in your upper body.

Really? Why is that?

Because I'm not takin' you to the potty

every four hours, wipin' your butt.

And pretty soon you're gonna be too weak

to do it tor youRself. How's that?

When was the last time

you were outside?

They used to park us on the root

at the rehab hospital.

You need sun.

Ralsins need sun.

Altalta needs sun.

- Do you swim?

- Not willingly.

Can you swim in this lake?

You mean, with the snakes?

Maybe I can find you a pool.

Let's see what you can do. Here.

That's what I can do.

Now push me back inside.

Push yourself back inside.

Don't pull that motivational crap on me.

I wanna go back in!

I'll have lunch ready

when you get there.

Chantelle, get back here!

You get back here!

I wanna go back inside.

- It's uphill!

- so's life!

Damn it!

Here's some hot tea.

Water gets lively

this time ot year.

Saw some tish.

Couple ot herons too.

Are there really

snakes out there?

Were wheN I wAs little.

We kind of ignored 'em.

Kids aren't scared ot anything.

I was scared of stuft.

Are you gonna do something

to get stronger?

And why do you think

I need to be stronger?

Because the next one

may not be so nice as me.

Right.

And you'Re

Florence f***in' Nightingale.

You got a telephone

anytime you wanna get rid of my ass.

But if I'm going to stay...

I have to be able to do my job.

Are you gonna try it?

Don't leave me places.

Hello.

May-Alice.

Oh, sh*t.

We're so glad

to flnd you at home.

- We've been naughty about not visitin'.

- And we weren't sure it...

We weren't positive

you'd remember us.

That's the character she played,

Precious, not May-Alice.

You do remember us,

don't you, darlin'?

Hello.

Chantelle, these are my old triends,

Ti-Marie and Precious Robichaux.

Chantelle is my assistant.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Hello.

- Would you like to stay for lunch?

- We'd love to.

We've been Following

your program.

Everybody is so proud ot you.

There are so few people trom here

to be recognized on a national level.

unless, oF course,

you read the sports pages.

Edward reads them

out loud to me.

Edward is her husband.

Twenty years next May.

Precious has inertla

contused with romance.

And Ti-Marie changes husbands

like Edward changes automobiles.

A new one every tour years.

Anthony lasted tive.

It took you a year to tind him

to serve the papers.

Of course...

we're very provincial compared to

the goings-on on your TV program.

- What was it called?

- The Young And The Stupid.

- Was that it?

- It's a joke, Precious.

What do these people

eat tor lunch?

- You never married, did you?

- Once.

And were you blessed?

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