Where the Money Is Page #2

# When she's dancing

'neath the starry sky

This is very thoughtful of you, Carol,

especially on your day off,

but I really don't think Mr. Manning

will be able to appreciate a picnic.

You know, Mrs. Foster,

deep down inside, I think he will.

Don't worry, baby.

We're gonna have a great time.

Well, sure. We got beer.

We got, uh...

We got diapers.

Want a beer, Henry?

I thought he was

the designated driver.

- How about a little chicken?

- Don't torture the poor bastard.

I'm not torturing him.

He's just being stubborn.

Guy can't even have a stroke without

some chick taking it personally, huh?

Wayne, don't you have

some fishing to do?

Okay, Henry.

It's just you and me.

I know you hear me.

This is your last chance.

Just remember,

this was your choice.

Didn't have

to come to this.

Oh, my God.

Ah!

Carol!

Okay, so you're smart.

Really smart.

What do you want?

A minute ago,

you couldn't shut up.

Now you can't talk, huh?

What is it?

You lookin' to blackmail me? You're

gonna put the bite on me, is that it?

- Carol! You lay a finger

on her, and I'll...

- What, splash me?

Come on!

Now, what do you want?

- Come on!

- [Gasps]

- I don't know.

- You don't know.

I just... I don't like

being made a fool of.

Two and a half years I've been

working on this hype, and that's it?

- That's it.

- I don't believe this.

So, what are you

gonna do?

What am I gonna do? What the hell are

you gonna do? And what about him, huh?

- Hey!

- And what about you?

What about me what?

You wanna be a hero, huh?

You wanna stick me back in

the slammer for a couple years?

Are you... Is he...

Are you calling me a rat?

Oh, boy.

I need a drink.

# [Blues]

You know, it's funny

the kind of stuff...

that you can get shipped

into a prison library.

Tantric Buddhism,

mind control, autohypnosis.

Gotta... gather up

all that stuff.

Find out what you need

and make it work for you. I did that.

All day, all night.

Every day, every night.

Like I was in training.

Yeah. I played sports.

Yeah, well, faking a stroke

is not exactly like, uh,

an Olympic event,

but I gotta tell ya,

if you know they're gonna be

stickin' pins in ya,

and you know that there are gonna

be guards 24 hours a day...

just waitin' for you

to screw up on the hustle,

then you know it ain't good enough

to be just... playin' possum.

You gotta be a possum.

Dead possum.

So you work,

and you learn just to funnel...

everything down,

so finally all you know,

all you are is a heartbeat.

I gotta tell you,

you get to a place like that,

it is some kick in the ass.

Then you take that,

and after a while,

you can shape it and mold it

and squeeze it till...

Hey, I can make every heartbeat

sound like Frank Sinatra.

- Man.

- Yeah, man.

I'll tell ya...

One day, this cockroach...

just climbed off my collar,

decided to take a hike

around my face,

and he parked...

half on my upper lip

and half inside my nose.

He just scratched around

in there,

lookin' for a little action.

That's when you hope and pray

there's a guard watching...

so that the moment won't be

entirely lost to history.

But, hey, after a while,

a couple hours,

doesn't matter.

Just a contest...

between Frank Sinatra,

you and the cockroach.

So who won?

[Sizzling]

And you thought that you could get a

rise out of me with a little lap dance.

Lap... Lap dance?

It's, um...

Therapy.

Kind of... hippy stuff.

You wanna dance?

Come on.

It's okay with you?

Yeah, sure.

What the hell.

What the hell.

# Lie to me

# And tell me that

you'll stay here tonight

# Tell me that

you'll never leave

- [Continues]

- [Carol] Aren't you worried

being seen like this?

You're the one that

ought to be worried.

Everybody wondering

what the hell you're doing...

dancing with your

great-great-great-great grandfather.

I never danced with him.

So, come here often?

Lady, I've been coming here every day

for the last five years.

[Laughs]

You?

Often enough.

Why don't you go

someplace else?

It's the only

someplace else in town.

Try a new town.

[Sizzles]

How long you guys been

goin' together?

I don't know.

Since high school.

We were king and queen

of the prom.

Kind of made sense,

you know. King, queen.

When did it stop

making sense?

# Oh, anyone can see

# That you love him

more than me

# But right now, baby

let me pretend

# That our love

will never end

# Lie to me

- Yeah, come on, baby

- Go ahead and lie to me

Not bad. Looks like you did

a lot of dancing in the joint.

Those were guys.

This is different.

[Laughs]

Ow. Take it easy.

Are you gonna be

all right?

- Huh?

- I'm okay.

What were you

talking about?

What? You're jealous.

Why would I be jealous?

- You are. You're jealous.

- No way.

I mean, look at the guy.

He's about to keel over.

Where'd he go? Carol.

Check the men's room.

Oh, goddamn it!

He's gone.

He took the car.

Oh, no. No, that's it.

I'm calling the cops.

- And tell them what?

- Anything.

We turned our backs, he was in the

wheelchair, he was gone. I don't know.

Oh, was that before or after

I was seen dancing with him?

You can't

call the cops.

How could you do this?

You come up with these ideas

and I end up having to go along.

And every time, the sh*t hits the fan,

who's gotta clean it up? Me!

What are we gonna do here?

What do we do?

What do we do, huh?

I don't know.

Why don't we fix

the Mustang...

- and just get the hell out of here?

- Yeah.

- And then what?

- Well,

just keep going till we find

someplace we like.

You know what?

I like it here just fine.

I couldn't call earlier.

I'll explain later. Hey, just come

and get me and bring the money.

There's a train station. It's about

a mile from the home on Route 6.

- Is this better? How's this?

- [Wrench Clicking]

You know I love that car.

You better hope

he doesn't trash it.

I don't see why you couldn't have

done this weeks ago.

Yeah, yeah.

[Woman Muttering]

[Siren Wailing]

[Siren Continues]

[Siren Stops]

- Hey, did it go good?

- Yeah. I signed him in.

- Anyone see you?

- No.

It's their problem now.

Oh, there you are.

I've been looking all over for you.

- We have a serious problem.

- [Door Opens]

Carol, are you listening?

Mrs. Tetlow vandalized

her ankle monitor last night.

I want you to pay

special attention to her.

I'm concerned.

She might be a danger to herself.

Okay, great.

- Great?

- Um...

I'll take care of it.

Don't worry.

[Sighs]

Why did you come back?

Nobody's business.

You knew I wouldn't

call the cops on you,

but that doesn't mean

I won't sign you up for bingo.

So...

Why did you come back?

All right.

I'll do it for you.

After making

a complete ass of me,

you went and called someone,

but you couldn't reach them.

No. Maybe you did reach them,

and they're gonna pick you up here.

I mean, you're a lot safer here

than you are on the outside...

with the cops

looking for you, right?

Or maybe...

you came back because you didn't

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