Shoot The Moon Page #3

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Goddamn it, Jill! Oh. Oh, goddamn it!

I fixed the goddamn breakfast

and nobody eats it!

I'm tired of this!

He's here. He's at the end of the driveway.

One minute to 8:
00, huh?

He's been waiting there since 7:45.

Remember Monday,

he came all the way up the driveway?

Here comes the bus.

Okay, hurry up. Okay. Bye-bye.

- Bye.

- Bye, Mom. See you later.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hi. Good morning.

- Good morning.

You all right?

Come on, quickly.

Good morning, princess.

Are we gonna stop for hot chocolate

this morning?

- Sure, honey.

- What about the basketball gum?

Are we gonna stop for basketball gum?

Let's skip the basketball gum

this morning.

But, Daddy, you said yesterday

we could go to the crud shop today.

That's true, Daddy,

that's just what you said.

How about you, Marianne?

Are you desperate to go to the crud shop?

Whatever you say, Daddy.

Where are we going this weekend, Daddy?

Are we gonna see the basketball game

and watch Jim play?

Well, Jim's not playing this weekend.

He's hurt his ankle.

I thought we might go up north.

Jack London's house. The olden days.

Neat.

We'll be alone with you and no one else?

Is that lady gonna come?

Sandy? I don't know. Why?

Just wondered.

Stop.

No, I'm gonna have some chocolate milk.

Wait up.

What time is it, you guys?

Hey. How's the Dunlaps this morning?

Fine, thanks.

- How's Sherry?

- Terrific.

Takes the bus.

Likes to go with her friends.

Oh.

- Can I have a Coke?

- No Cokes.

- Gee!

- Shut up, Molly.

- Daddy, you said!

- Three hot chocolates, right?

- You got it.

- What about the basketball gum?

Molly, you've got a hot chocolate.

How much crap can you eat before school?

- A lot.

- You said...

- Molly!

- Oh, Jesus!

- Oh, Molly.

- I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to spill it.

- Molly, you're so stupid!

- Oh, God. Oh, come on.

Watch what you're doing.

Oh, it's okay. I got it. No problem.

My pants!

- Lookit, stop that.

- We're gonna be late for school.

All right. All right,

I'll write you a note, for crying out loud.

- You're so...

- You already made enough mess as it is.

- Molly, you're so dumb.

- I need more napkins.

- Great kids.

- It's gonna stain!

A real handful, huh?

- You're so dumb!

- Can I have more chocolate?

I want to be able to get

my Guinness Book of World Records.

You know how I want to do that.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna do it.

- No, I'm gonna give you one.

- Give me one, please.

- Here you go. Here's the note.

- Come on.

- I'm the note-taker.

- Okay, here you go. Go! Go on!

Have a nice day!

- Bye, Dad!

- Bye!

- Hey, don't forget to wash the car!

- Come on, hurry, we'll be late.

Jesus, how does she do it?

I'm sorry. I didn't do it.

Can I still have my dog?

No! Fool that I am!

I should have remembered!

- Okay, go, I got six.

- Hey, that's not fair.

- Shut up.

- Those slippers will never come off

as long as you're alive!

But that's not what's worrying me.

It's how to do it.

These things must be done delicately

or you hurt the spell.

- Run, Toto, run!

- Catch him, you fools!

- Three, four, five, six, seven.

- What is it, Jill?

- It's Daddy with a policeman.

- Okay.

What is it?

What Jill said. Daddy with a policeman.

What do you mean, a policeman?

It's Daddy, all right, with the cop

from in front of the school.

All right.

Well, then somebody better let them in.

- I wonder what he wants.

- Well, we'll find out.

It's okay, honey. I'll get the door.

- Hello, George.

- I've come for my books.

Tonight?

I said I'd be here Wednesday at 8:00.

I'm a little late.

This is Officer Knudson.

He couldn't get away till now.

Oh.

Well, come on in. Come on in.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Sorry, Mrs. Dunlap.

No, no, that's quite all right,

Officer Knudson. How are you?

- Fine. Thanks, Mrs. Dunlap.

- Right.

Leo suggested I bring an officer along.

- Who's Leo?

- Spinelli. My lawyer.

Oh. Yeah, yeah.

- Well?

- Well.

Well?

Well, everything's all set for you

in the study, so...

No, no, no, kids. No, honey.

Now you have to go upstairs.

Now, all of you.

- Oh, please?

- Do your homework. Go on. Run upstairs.

I don't want to hear about anything.

Turn off the TV set.

- I don't have any homework.

- Molly, find the, you know,

the toothpaste, the Crest, it's on my shelf.

Brush your teeth.

- Go on. Hurry!

- Oh, come on, Mom.

I don't want to go to bed.

Coming home, Dad?

So, well...

Well, we'll be all right, I promise.

Well, of course, Mrs. Dunlap.

- Well, I'm sorry about all this.

- I don't mind, honest.

Well, then how about some coffee?

Would you like some coffee?

- I don't mind if I do.

- Good. And, George, you?

- What?

- Some coffee?

- No, thanks.

- Tea?

- Thank you, no.

- Well, can I help you with anything then?

That's okay. I'll do it myself. Thank you.

Well, let's go get you your coffee.

Right this way.

So, help yourself to the cream and sugar.

I appreciate it. Do you mind if I smoke?

Huh? No. No, no, no, no, please do.

- May I join you?

- You bet you.

No, I don't think

I've seen you at school, have I?

- Yes, ma'am. Been there every day.

- I guess I haven't.

- What?

- Huh?

- Oh, been there.

- Yes, ma'am, every morning.

- So, you been out this way before?

- No, ma'am, this is a first for me.

Oh. Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, I guess I better get on with this.

If you'll excuse me.

Ma'am.

Where's my Cassell's?

You left it in that restaurant

in Provence, remember?

What restaurant?

George, remember that one

with the terrible piano player?

Oh, yeah. He had a man

who sang Beatles songs in French.

Yeah, that's right.

- I think I'll wait in the vehicle.

- Sure thing.

You always had such a pretty smile.

I'm sorry, you know, about Knudson,

but Spinelli insisted it was a good idea.

You know, my lawyer.

That's okay, George.

The policeman seems very nice.

We have to be grown-up, I guess.

Yeah, I guess.

Grown-up, sure,

we should be grown-up by now, George.

Hello? Oh, hi. How are you?

No. No, no indigestion. Are you kidding?

How can one afford indigestion

with Mouton Rothschild? Huh?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I slept like a baby.

No.

No, alone.

Oh, well, I can't.

You know,

there's somebody here right now.

Somebody?

No, no, no, no, Jerry, you go right ahead.

Jerry?

Oh, I can't go, Jerry.

It's a stay-at-home kind of night,

you know,

washing the hair and everything.

Next week. Well, yeah, maybe.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll be here.

Sure, okay.

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Yeah. Bye-bye, Jerry. Bye.

Jerry? Jerry f***ing Miles?

No f***ing. We only had dinner.

- You ate dinner?

- Sure.

- You ate dinner with an insurance man?

- Why not? It was lovely.

- He's nice, a perfectly charming fellow.

- You drank wine with him?

Yes, I drank wine. Good wine.

I can't tell you how many premiums

it must have cost him.

But you hate wine.

Well, I'm developing a taste for it now.

You always drank milk.

Don't you remember that waiter who said

milk and meat would give you cancer?

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