The Truth About Emanuel Page #3

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Hello.

Hello.

Oh, you look like you've

had quite a run.

No.

Ridiculously short, actually.

I brought you some

fresh baked cookies.

That's very sweet of you.

Thank you.

Where's Chloe?

Sleeping.

Sleeping?

Yeah.

She fell asleep in my arms,

so I put her down for a nap.

Huh.

You know, we would love to have you and

little Chloe over for dinner some night.

Oh, wow.

That would be lovely.

Um, but Chloe goes

to bed quite early.

Well, maybe Emanuel could

stay later one night.

You know,

earn a little extra money.

I don't need extra money.

And I use my nights

to study French.

Well, maybe you could

study your French here.

You know, while the

baby is sleeping?

Yeah. Okay.

Great. It's settled.

How about Friday?

Okay.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

You girls have a great night.

How many calories do you

think each one of these has?

I don't know.

Lots.

I should really wake Chloe up, otherwise

she's gonna stay up all night.

I'll do it.

You know, so she gets used to me.

Trusts me.

Okay. It's a good idea.

What happened?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

I was gonna take her

out for some air,

and bumped into the thing,

and I...

Oh, my God.

I'm fine. It's just a little cut.

Oh, that's deep.

No. I'm fine.

Come on. Come on, it's okay.

Come on.

Okay.

This is gonna sting.

Just for a second.

Better?

Yeah.

Look at you two.

You look like sisters.

Yeah.

I hope Chloe grows up to be as

pretty and interesting as you.

You've got so much going

on behind those blue eyes.

I noticed it the moment I met you.

I see myself in you.

Not necessarily a good thing.

What does it look like I'm doing?

I'm solving world hunger.

Uh-oh.

Very funny.

It's dangerous, that

sort of work, okay?

It's not really fit for a woman.

So why don't you get down and

let me finish up, please?

I got it. I don't want to take advantage

of your manly stacking skills.

Um...

Go help up front.

I hate customer interaction.

And Sam won't let me wear

the surgical masks anymore.

He says it sends the wrong message.

Oh. I disagree.

They give you an air of competence.

Just...

Emanuel, get down.

Let me do my job.

How do you expect to meet

any women back here?

Uh...

What I'm saying is, you're looking

very handsome these days,

and it's wasted on me.

Why are you being so nice?

And happy?

Guess I'm just a nice,

happy person.

Doctor said I have lice.

Uh, any chance...

You know, take it on to stationary

land, just for a change?

Okay. Sure.

Well, how about Friday night?

I can't this Friday.

I have to babysit late.

Okay, well...

Actually...

This Friday night would be perfect.

Can you pick me up at 7:00?

Yeah.

Great.

We're up here. Shh.

Okay.

Oh, thank God you're here.

She's just making me crazy today.

How come?

I don't know. Usually, I can

just sit her in her bouncy chair

and she will entertain herself.

But no, not today.

She wants my undivided

attention at all times.

Here.

This is her new best friend.

This is terrible, but sometimes

I just don't want to be a mother.

I just want to push a button

and put Chloe on pause

and just get on with my day.

That sounds awful, doesn't it?

No. Sounds honest.

Do you want me to give her a bath?

No, we've already done that.

You know, actually, the one thing

that would be really helpful

is if you could just honestly tell me

which of these sweaters I need to toss.

Okay, but I'm not

so good with fashion.

Come on, sit down.

I love your style. I mean,

I think it's too young for me,

but I think you

have excellent taste.

Okay.

So what should I wear to

your house on Friday?

Actually,

I can't babysit Friday night.

Something came up.

That's okay.

What are you doing?

I sort of have a date.

That's exciting!

Who is it?

Just some boy I met on the train.

Does he have a name?

Claude.

You should wear this.

Here, try it on.

It's really pretty, but...

Oh, just try it on.

Come on.

Look at you.

You're beautiful.

It's yours.

No. I'll borrow it,

but...

Oh, I haven't worn it in ages.

Actually, I think it's...

I think it's the blouse

I wore the first date

I had with Chloe's dad.

Where is Chloe's dad?

Let's just say,

not all men know how to step up

when it comes to being a dad.

And we couldn't have that.

No. No we couldn't.

I just don't understand why she would

plan her first date with this boy

on the night that we're

having Linda over,

knowing full well that Linda can't

come unless she babysits little Chloe.

Oh, come in.

Hello.

Hi, I'm Claude.

Claude.

Hello.

Dad, Janice, meet Claude.

Claude, this is my dad

Dennis, and Janice.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I'm Emanuel's stepmother.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, that's such a pretty blouse.

Where did you get it?

Okay, well, this has been fun.

Now let's go. Bye.

Maybe you'd like to join

us next Friday night.

It's Emanuel's birthday

and I'm going to be

making her favorite meal,

chicken pot pie.

Sure. Sounds great.

Okay.

Okay, great.

Sounds great.

Have fun.

Bye.

Wanna ride on the back?

Sure.

It's best if you stand.

It's a little tricky getting on,

but once you're up, you're up.

Unless you crash.

Yeah, that wouldn't be good.

But I won't.

Okay?

Yeah.

Well, I hope you're hungry.

I am.

Besides, this is the

first dinner we've had

I love how you're trying

to turn Emanuel's

inconsiderate behavior into some

sort of a romantic evening for us.

Janice, don't.

No, no, that's okay.

I know how it goes. "Emanuel is

fragile. You don't know what

"she's been through.

She's not like other kids."

Let's not do this.

And yes, yes, you're her father

and me having no

children of my own,

I couldn't possibly

know how to raise one.

I didn't say that. Honey.

Yeah, but that's how you feel.

Oh, this music.

I wanted to take

you somewhere nice.

What, you don't appreciate this

romantic fluorescent lighting?

$16.25.

Thanks.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

It's kind of a personal question.

Okay.

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

I'll just wait outside.

Sometimes, when I'm on my own,

I imagine myself dying.

Life pouring out of

me like an open tap.

Creates this river of my blood.

My question is, have you

ever noticed me float by?

No. I haven't.

I thought this was all privately owned.

It is.

Looks like you're breaking

all kinds of laws tonight.

Stealing, trespassing.

What's next?

Underage drinking.

My dad used to bring

me here a lot as a kid.

Then it got privatized, and we

started going to the other side.

But he knew I didn't

like it as much.

There's just something

special about this spot.

How come you live with your

dad instead of your mom?

Because she's dead.

That's why I have

this tattoo on my arm.

It's the first and only decision

she got to make for me,

what to name me.

My dad thinks it's probably the

name of some boy she had fling with

when she spent a semester in Paris.

But he went along with it anyway.

Stupid.

I like it.

The tattoo.

It's kind of badass, like you.

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