Postcards from the Edge Page #5

that you smell like Catalina?

Yes, as a matter of fact,

just this morning.

Did anybody ever tell you

that you smell like the future?

" But I break just like a little girl. "

Oh, hello.

May I help you?

I'm here for Suzanne. Jack Falkner.

Jack. Well, I'm Suzanne's mother.

Is she expecting you?

I believe so.

We're driving to my ranch.

Come in.

- Thank you.

- I'll just call her.

I hope you don't think I was rude.

You know how protective

mothers can be.

- You said you had a ranch?

- Yes, ma'am, in Malibu.

Way out in Malibu.

How nice for you.

Have you known Suzanne long?

We've known each other about a month.

Seems like longer, though.

I know what you mean. I'm her mother,

and it seems like longer.

She's a very interesting woman,

don't you think?

- Oh, yes.

- Authentic.

So you said you've known her

about a month?

Good morning, dear.

This is my husband, Sid Roth.

This is Suzanne's little friend Jim.

Jack. Good to meet you, Mr. Roth.

You certainly don't seem like

your average rancher to me.

Well, you don't seem like

your average mother.

If all ranchers looked like you,

there wouldn't be many crops.

That depends on

what you're raising, ma'am.

Certainly not doubts!

Oh, hello, dear. I was just coming

to get you. Your friend's here.

Could I just talk to you

for a second?

My daughter wants to talk to me.

What you watching, Mr. Roth?

I'd like to have people of my own...

...without them having

to like you so much.

Why can't we share people?

Why must you take over every situation

and completely overshadow me?

I am not overshadowing you.

I don't care if he likes me or not.

- Your friend with the bedroom eyes.

- Right.

And the living room nose and

the kitchen forehead and den ears.

Wait, I can't.

Stop, please.

- I can't do this.

- Can't do what?

What do you mean "what"?

Re-upholster your furniture. This.

I don't have casual affairs.

Ever?

No.

There was a moment when I thought

I might have had one with you...

I don't want to have a casual affair.

Is this a proposal?

Do you joke about everything?

When things get too serious or stray

too far from what I can talk about.

Have we strayed too far?

Officially, yeah.

Look, I just got out of a drug clinic.

I'm uncomfortable with...

...whatever this is. Feelings, okay?

So you have feelings for me?

- Don't do this.

- I want to know, because I do for you.

What?

Have feelings.

How many? More than two?

- I won't do this if you make fun of me.

- Promise?

I'm not going to make fun of you.

I am making fun of you.

Sorry.

I'm sorry. I'll stop.

What are you trying to say?

I think I love you.

- When will you know for sure?

- This is hard enough.

You can't be serious.

You just met me.

I'm as surprised as you are.

I thought I'd lost the ability.

With you, I...

I thought I was immune to movie stars.

But I've wanted you from

the first time I saw you on-screen.

And that never happens to me.

You're the realest person

I've ever met in the abstract.

You had a shot in Public Domain where

you looked at the camera, into me...

...and I loved you.

I can't explain it.

You're doing pretty well.

But you're my fantasy, and I want

to make you real.

Let me love you.

You're serious?

I don't know what to say.

- I shouldn't have told you.

- It's good you told me. It's very...

...brave.

Brave?

Right, because it's a long shot.

You could never love me back.

No, no, no. Well, who knows?

I mean...

You certainly are

infatuation material.

I love you.

You're crazy.

Stay with me.

Take a risk.

I'm worth the risk, you'll see.

I don't want to see anyone

or smell anyone but you.

I don't know when you're kidding.

I'm serious.

- Okay.

- You'll never be sorry.

You sound like a rug salesman.

My rug salesman.

Do you have any idea

what time it is, dear?

I suppose it never occurred to you that

you scared me by staying out so late.

I was about to call

all the emergency rooms.

I'm sorry, Mama.

I didn't call because I thought

you might be asleep.

I came home because I didn't want

to worry you.

You did worry me.

Look at me. I'm a wreck.

I'm sorry.

What if you'd been out taking drugs

or something?

I'm supposed to be taking care of you.

You're my responsibility.

You're my daughter.

What was I supposed to think

when you didn't come home?

You mind if I have a drink?

Do you mind if I drop acid?

Dear, I drink socially.

I took acid socially.

I hardly think my drinking can be

compared with your drug-taking.

Even if it could be...

...your involvement with drugs

has vindicated me.

I hardly think you're in a position

to judge me.

I hope you weren't

sleeping with someone.

- I wasn't sleeping with...

- If you were, I hope you used condoms.

I didn't raise you to act this way.

I hope it's your morals in question,

not your judgment.

I'm middle-aged.

I'm middle-aged.

How many 120-year-old

women do you know?

You just got out of a drug clinic.

You don't know what's best for you.

Oh, and I suppose you do?

Suzanne, how did we become

so estranged?

I've tried to be a good mother to you.

Only to be met by this fresh

and superior attitude of yours.

You've felt you were my intellectual

superior since you were 14 years old.

Rightfully so.

You were always more verbal than me.

I.

Whatever.

Why did you turn away from me?

I just want you to like me.

I want to be your friend.

Could we have this conversation

in the morning? I'm very tired.

Every time I try to get close to you,

you push me away.

How'd you like to have Joan Crawford

for a mother? Or Lana Turner?

These are the options?

- You or Lana or Joan?

- When I had my breakdown...

...I would've killed myself

if not for you.

It's just like that, that you say...

I don't know what to do with that.

I came from nothing

and I made something out of my life.

You come from somewhere and you're

trying to make nothing out of yours.

You should just get over what happened

to you in your adolescence.

It is time to move on.

Cut!

- Jack Falkner?

- Yeah, why?

He produced that Cambodian movie?

I guess. Why? You know him?

Ask Evelyn Ames about him.

Evelyn Ames that's playing

the prostitute?

Can I have your gun, please?

Thank you.

He says, "What am I gonna

do without you?"

So I say, " I don't know.

Juices, I guess.

Lots and lots of juices. "

Hi.

Could I talk to you just for a second?

Sure.

Come on, honey. It can't be that bad.

Oh, no. It's just...

It's about this guy.

It usually is.

Bobby said you might know him.

I guess I might. Who?

Jack Falkner.

You know him.

Yeah, you might say that.

You've slept with him.

Well, I don't know how much

of a rest I got.

Why?

What's the matter?

- Has he got...?

- Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, God, I hope not.

God, you scared me for a second.

I thought you were from a celebrity

AIDS notification board.

Could I ask you a personal question?

Asking who I sleep with isn't

personal anymore?

What do you want to know, if I smoke?

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