Tallulah Page #2

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My tits are ruined! Ruined!

Like a couple of dried up tea bags.

He doesn't even look at me anymore,

my husband.

[Carolyn] I used to be hot! I really was!

When I first met my husband,

he couldn't keep his eyes off my ass.

Great!

[chuckles] Liar!

I love you! Could you...

zip me up?

Sweetie, I need makeup on my face.

Could you do it?

I need to just rest.

Yeah, I don't really know

how to do that kind of stuff.

Oh, for f***'s sake!

There, there's your tip.

[Carolyn] Has anyone ever

tipped you a hundred bucks before?

Uh, no!

Now put some f***ing makeup on my face.

- This thing?

- Mm-hmm.

I need you.

[baby cooing]

[Tallulah] Oh sh*t! Uh...

Maybe that'll calm her down. [laughing]

Now put some shoes on my feet.

Oh, uh, she... she had an accident.

No! Oh God, don't say that!

[heavy sigh] This is too much for me!

What is wrong with her?

She's... she's little!

- She knows better!

- I mean, it's just pee.

No, she's supposed to go on the potty.

I have the book.

My neighbor gave me the training book.

She knows what to do,

she just doesn't want to do it!

God, this is just so hard.

Nobody tells you

how hard it's going to be.

Everyone acts like it's normal

because everybody does it, but it's not.

And I see all these women on TV

and on the street,

and they're doing it, and I can't...

[sniffles] I don't know h-how!

I gotta go!

[sniffles]

Do I look fat?

No!

You think he'll want me?

[Tallulah] Uh...

Give me my purse.

You know what?

You two should go swimming

in the pool today.

That would be fun.

- It's cold.

- No, it'll be fun!

Here you go, some bathing suits.

Oh!

[laughs] How cute!

And now, something for you too!

Hmm, a matching sarong and a hat.

Oh, and some flip-flops.

Yeah, it's really kind of too cold.

No, Maddy wants to go swimming.

Don't you, baby?

You can have fun.

Do I look great?

You look great.

I love you.

[Carolyn] You're gonna have a great time.

[door closes]

Psycho.

[baby coos]

You can't have that.

[baby babbles]

Take this crab instead.

[baby babbles]

Yeah, I'm not cleaning that up.

- [baby babbles]

- You clean it up.

That's my money, kid.

[baby squeals]

Don't poop.

Don't poop.

[singing nonsense words]

[background conversation]

Your mom's home.

Thank you.

[kisses]

[laughter]

- You can probably go, yeah?

- Yes ma'am.

Hey, baby.

[baby whimpers]

He didn't want me.

He didn't want me.

Uh...

[Tallulah] Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Dude, come on.

[sighs]

[baby crying]

I don't know what to tell you, kid.

[baby crying]

[horn blares]

[baby crying]

[crying stops]

[hum of hair dryer]

[sighs]

Oh, God...

Maddy?

Maddy!

Madison!

Madison!

Somebody help me.

Somebody help me.

[gasping]

Oh, God!

Somebody!

[roar of vehicles]

[siren in the background]

[sighs]

Margo. Hi!

Vera! Ed!

[Vera] Hey, what are you doing here?

I have a book signing.

Oh, you should have told us,

we would have come.

Is it the marriage book or something new?

The marriage book. I'm the expert.

[chuckles]

Listen, I know we haven't been the best...

We did call you about that dinner.

It's just... it's been

really difficult for us

to navigate the whole...

and Stephen was really struggling there

for awhile.

Well, so good that he has you.

Excuse me, I'm running late.

She's lost a lot of weight.

[music playing over radio]

[Mother] Okay, you're okay.

Here we go.

Some bottles? Bottles?

- How much does he weigh?

- She...

- Really?

- Really.

Sorry.

[baby crying]

What? Have you never seen

a baby's ass before?

[baby crying]

Shh! Shh!

[baby shrieks]

Any questions? Yes?

[Woman] You mentioned that marriage

is the cornerstone of patriarchal power.

I didn't, that was the basis

for the feminist argument in the '70s.

Many people have argued the opposite,

but even in a love-based marriage,

each sex is capable of

harnessing the productive

and reproductive skills of the other.

Couldn't it be that people

didn't want to be alone?

Well, that would have made for

a shorter book.

[audience members laugh]

Hey.

Buddy? Hey!

Hey! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, no!

No!

No!

[crying] Oh, my God!

[sobs]

[doorbell buzzes]

Yes?

[Manuel] Mrs. Mooney,

that girl, she's here.

Send her up!

Oh! I'm sorry.

[knock on door]

I need to find Nico. Please!

Look, I'm his girlfriend, Tallulah.

Whose baby is this?

It's his.

How old is she?

She's one.

[Margo] She's big for one.

She's almost two.

Oh, can you take that out of her hand?

Oh, yeah.

- I got it.

- What's her name?

Margaret. We named her after you.

Never liked the name Margaret.

That's why I go by Margo.

Well, we call her Maggie,

so really, Maggie's her name.

- [Margo] Can you just...

- She's all right.

She's fine, she's like...

a little... I'll put her in gymnastics

when she's older, for sure.

[Tallulah] Oh, my God!

I have something for you.

Nico said you wanted us to use it.

If I wanted you to use it,

I would've given you permission.

This is called stealing.

You could have closed the account.

And how else could I keep track of my son?

I have a record of every

gas station in every city.

You've been all over.

Can you please put that down?

Sorry.

[Margo] I had no idea it was with a baby.

Why didn't he call me?

I don't know. He just...

he said that he wanted to come home.

Oh, now he wants to come home

now that he's knocked up

some homeless girl!

Hey! I am not homeless, okay?

I'm just sleeping in my van,

but a window's broken,

and it's not a safe place for a baby.

Maybe you should have thought of that

before you had one!

Do you want to hold her?

No! I'm not stupid.

One night, one!

This house is full of

very expensive things

and sharp corners, so you hold on to her.

And if you take anything from me,

I will find you.

[voices over police radio]

There's no way that this woman

worked for the hotel.

She was housekeeping.

We have babysitting services.

You would think you people

have protections against this.

[Carolyn] I pay enough for my room.

Was she wearing a hotel uniform?

[in low voice] Yes.

Are you sure?

- Can we get her one to look at?

- Yes, sir.

[radio] Clear, boss, we got nothin'.

Okay, move it out. Level one mobilization.

Tell Central

to start making notifications.

What is that?

Missing Persons, possibly the FBI,

in case she crossed state lines.

[whispers] What if she tries to sell her?

She's white, she's pretty.

People would want her.

I don't think that's likely.

One thing at a time, Ms. Ford.

Or, is it Mrs.?

Yes.

We need to notify your husband.

Oh, he's in London on business.

We'll be asking him some questions,

and we'll be asking you

some questions as well.

- It's not my fault.

- No one thinks it is.

If my baby's hurt,

I don't know what I'll do.

- Elevator and the hallway?

- Yeah.

Put this out to the local news stations

and papers.

News! Haven't I been through enough?

Do you want to find your child?

[whispers] Thanks.

Did you use my toothbrush?

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