Tallulah Page #4

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up into space!

I don't think I'd grab on.

I'd go.

[radio chatter]

[distant siren]

[knock on door]

Mrs. Ford?

I'm Louisa Kinnie,

I'm with Child Protective Services.

I need to speak with you.

They sent a pregnant woman

to help me find my kid.

Is this a joke?

May I come in?

This is quite a collection.

- She loved to dress up.

- Hmm!

And that's quite a collection as well.

I'm the mother, not a suspect.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Ford,

we need to consider all possibilities.

It's my job to determine

how you planned

for the safety of this child.

Is that your first kid?

No, it's my third.

Imagine losing one.

I can't.

[Manuel] No, no!

Hey, let me help you, Mrs. Mooney.

Thank you!

There you go!

You got a baby, Mrs. Mooney?

No! I have a...

actually, I have a granddaughter.

- Not possible.

- Possible!

You're the best looking grandma

I ever saw.

Now, there is a smile in there,

one day I'm gonna get it.

Maybe even see a little teeth.

Thank you, Manuel.

My pleasure...

Margo.

Margo!

Margo.

Yoo-hoo!

- What the hell is going on?

- Shh! It's nap time.

I thought we could repaint the paintings.

You're not serious!

You hate them.

You said that you hated them, so...

No! Absolutely not!

My God! My furniture!

What have you done?

I put out newspapers.

No! These are my things.

You have no right to touch them.

I just thought it would be fun, and...

Who does that? What's wrong with you?

Pfft! A lot? [scoffs]

This is my home, it's not a joke.

[Tallulah] Okay.

God, this is a 1920s Soumak carpet.

You can't just do anything you want.

- I just thought that you...

- Don't! stop it!

Stop. You don't know what I want.

You're... like a feral beast.

- I don't know what I was thinking.

- These things aren't even yours.

Don't do that! I took you in.

I will not be taken advantage of.

It's not personal, Margo.

Of course it's personal!

Get your filthy fingers off of that.

I will not let some crazy kid come in

and destroy my life for her own amusement.

Jesus!

No wonder Nico left.

I need you to go.

- Are you serious?

- Of course I'm serious.

Get out! Go live in your van.

You can paint any goddamn thing you want.

This is where I live! This is my space!

I have things the way I want them!

Do you understand? This is how I like it!

[screams]

Oh, oh my, oh, no, no, no!

Oh! Oh my God! Oh!

[sighs]

See? Now it's yours.

I've done crazy things.

Sure.

[Margo] Wild.

- I mean, I bet I can beat it, but...

- Mm-hmm.

[news program playing on TV]

I smuggled heroin in my crotch.

No, you didn't.

- Sort of.

- How do you sort of...

smuggle heroin in your crotch?

I had a boyfriend, we were madly in love,

he was in a terrible

rock band, he was so...

sexy!

And we were coming back

from a trip to India...

Oh my God, I wanna go!

Don't, it's horrible!

Dead cows floating down the same river

people drink out of.

It's horr... dirty, dirty.

I made it as far as the airport bathroom.

And?

I couldn't stick it up there.

I panicked. I left it on the sink.

And what happened to the guy?

He was furious,

he dumped me after that trip.

I was just too much of

a goody two-shoes.

You need to tell Nico this story,

because he thinks you're such a tight ass.

Is that why he left?

I don't know.

He said something like...

"I'm her son, I'm not her husband."

Well, my God! I know that.

[news program] Madison has blond hair...

and blue eyes.

The suspect is a woman...

[Margo] Did he use that word, "tight ass"?

Christ! Well, you know what,

you do everything you can,

and still screw up.

[baby crying]

I'll get her.

Jesus, what time is it?

She's never going to sleep.

[news program] ...of a hotel guest

on Saturday evening. Investigators have...

[Margo] Maggie! I'm coming, baby.

[news program] ...information

on this woman or her whereabouts.

How could you let this happen?

[Louisa] The police can't control

what the newspapers print, Mrs. Ford.

They interviewed an employee of the hotel.

I don't give a f*** who they interviewed.

These people are liars.

[Carolyn] They probably sold the story,

or maybe they're working together

in a kidnapping ring.

Did you think about that?

Do you think you're ready to go home?

No, I'll stay here.

It may be a while

before we locate your daughter.

After the first 72 hours,

it becomes more difficult.

I can't go home.

[Louisa] Well, do you have

someone you can call?

I'd rather you didn't.

Oh, right. You're one of those, huh?

[Carolyn] Prenatal yoga,

eating all organic?

I bet you just love breastfeeding, huh?

It's one of your favorite things

in the world.

It worked for me.

We contacted your husband.

- No!

- Is this a problem for you?

I have to get out of here.

Mrs. Ford, we're not done here.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm not supposed to be in the city.

He'll never forgive me.

[sobs]

- Mrs. Ford...

- God!

[Louisa] Mrs. Ford, finding fault

does not necessarily mean

action will be taken.

My husband thinks I'm a terrible mother.

He said it from the beginning.

Every time she cried,

all the f***ing time,

it was always my fault.

And now he gets to throw it in my face!

You people aren't doing anything.

Do I have to go and find her myself?

That might show me you care,

which I'm not sure I believe.

You can't talk to me like that.

- I'll get you fired.

- Oh, go for it.

You wouldn't be the first

shitty mom to try.

I deal with parents every day who should

have never brought a life into this world,

but most of them are poor or addicts,

which I don't forgive them for,

but I can understand

why it might be hard for them

to do the right thing.

You...

I'm finding it hard to make excuses for.

If you only knew

what this was like for me.

I am embarrassed. I can't see him.

- You can't go.

- What are you gonna do?

Arrest me?

[door opens and closes]

[radio playing]

Smoke? Smoke?

I got a baby, man.

[stereo music plays]

Hi.

Hey.

What happened?

These mother f***ers took my wheels,

they jacked up my frame.

- Sucks.

- Bunch of a**holes.

What's your name?

Nico.

I'm Lu.

Hey.

[Tallulah] I hate to tell you this,

I don't think that's gonna ride again.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah, sorry...

Thank you. I appreciate that.

Don't shoot the messenger.

[Nico] A**holes!

You live around here?

No, I just came to see

what all the hype's about.

Ah-ha. What are you doing?

I'm looking for a job.

I wanted to get a job as a dishwasher,

but people get weirded out

when I say that.

I guess because

I'm not a little Puerto Rican dude,

or something.

- No, you're not a Puerto Rican dude.

- I'm not, right?

Bummer.

Where do you live?

- There.

- Where?

Nice.

I'm getting out of here, though.

Yeah?

My mom's driving me crazy.

Why?

'Cause my dad likes dick.

He left her for a dude.

She's losing her mind.

Sucks.

Yeah.

Do you have any tendencies

in that direction?

No.

Good.

Let's keep it that way.

[elevator dings]

Good evening, Mrs. Mooney.

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