Women In Trouble Page #8
- That's weird.
What do people do with it?
- Well...
strange tastes in decorating.
You know, it's-
it's like a novelty item.
- What's a novelty?
- Like a funny thing
that doesn't really-
l mean, it has a use,
but it's also like a...
boy.
l'll have to think about that.
into school.
- l don't think that would be-
l'm not sure
how that would go over.
- We could use it for sex ed
instead of those lame pictures.
- Why don't we read a magazine?
Here.
- Here's a good one.
"Man jailed
over his wife's breasts.
"London, July 3rd.
"A London man has been sentenced
to 20 months in jail
"for reportedly kidnapping
his wife
"to stop her from having surgery
to enlarge her breasts.
"Deckland Summer, 31,
told his wife, Emma,
"'Don't do it,' while dragging
her out of the hospital,
"where she was waiting
to have the operation,
"The Sun reported Wednesday.
"He said he had a knife
and would kill her
"if she did not come with him.
from Summer
"and ran into an office
before collapsing.
told police he said to her,
"'l like you as you are.
l will kill you now.'
"Since then, Emma, 25,
has left her husband
"and also decided to forgo
the breast enhancement
operation."
So kind of a happy ending.
- He loved her the way she was.
lt's not easy
to find a guy like that.
- But he was crazy.
- Which is not hard to find.
- Do you have fake b*obs?
- No.
You?
- l'm only 13.
these days.
- l thought all porn stars
had fake b*obs.
- Did Doris say that too?
- She said you were an actress
in movies
l wouldn't want to see.
You guys are really open
with each other.
- Yep.
Why do they call them
adult movies
if they're so juvenile?
- lt's a euphemism.
- What's a euphemism?
- Uh, a polite way
of saying something
that drags all the fun
out of saying it.
- Like saying a plastic vagina's
a novelty item?
You're a smart kid.
What else did your-
did Doris say?
- That in your heart,
you already quit your job,
but you don't know it yet,
and that you're yearning
to become a person of substance.
- Hmm.
- The rock music world
is in shock
with the news that Nick Chapel,
the drummer for the popular
rock band Midnight Love Parade,
has been found dead
in the lavatory
of a commercial airliner.
lnvestigators found
drug paraphernalia on Chapel
and are handling this as
a possible accidental overdose.
was in hysterics
in New York City,
where Chapel was scheduled
to play tonight.
- Elektra.
Elektra, can you hear me?
Wake up.
- Hey.
- Hey there.
- Did l faint?
- At least you were
in the perfect place.
- Where's Charlotte?
- She went to get a snack.
- l like her.
- She's a little weird.
- l've never liked
any kid before,
even as a kid.
How's your sister?
- Well...
they are reconstructing her face
as we speak.
They say that the plastic
surgeon is the best of the best
and she's gonna be just fine.
- Thank God.
- Thank God.
- You believe in God?
- Right now, yes.
- l'd like to believe.
But l don't know.
l look around the world,
and l'm in a constant state
of disbelief.
- Charlotte told me about Nick.
ls he the father?
Did you love him?
- lt's starting to dawn on me
that maybe l did.
But l never told him.
You know, the last guy
l really liked,
l didn't know
if he knew about me,
and l didn't want to ask.
But anyway...
to bed with him,
he asked me for my autograph.
- Hmph.
- He was almost sweet about it.
"l can't believe l f***ed
Elektra Luxx," he told me.
He wanted to share it with me,
with his friends,
with the world.
With Nick, l just didn't
want him to think
l was some groupie stalker
after his money.
l just wanted so badly
not to hide anything anymore,
you know, to tell the truth.
- So tell me.
- What?
- Pretend l'm Nick.
Tell me the truth.
l mean, you planned your speech.
You've rehearsed it
in front of the mirror,
or l know l would have.
- Let me hear it.
- Okay.
Nick,
l've done 62 X-rated movies,
a thousand club appearances.
l have 20 fan clubs,
my own website.
A conservative estimate
would place
the amount of people l've f***ed
in the mid-hundreds.
politicians,
and a pair of twin mafioso
restaurant chefs
who nearly got me arrested
by drug enforcement agents.
l've had my amphetamine phase,
my coke phase,
my three-cigarette-pack-a-day
phase.
l haven't talked to a single
member of my family-
drunks and religious
psychopaths,
each and every one of them-
in ten years.
l've had three abortions,
been kicked out
of my last four apartments...
And l have never, ever
had anyone
kiss me like you do.
- That's beautiful.
But it's too late.
l mean, if we don't tell people
how we feel,
what are we doing here?
You need to tell Charlotte.
- l know.
Once Addy's better and-
- No, she needs to know now.
- Now is not a good time.
- But there is no good time.
There is no right time.
There is only now.
Your entire life can change
in five minutes.
Less.
- Charlotte.
- l can't decide
which looks less appealing.
- l got to talk to you.
- Did she decide
to keep the baby?
- l don't know.
lt's not about that.
So...
a long time ago,
when l was a lot younger,
before you were born,
l did something,
some things,
that l'm not entirely...
Let me rephrase that.
- Drugs?
- No, not drugs.
lt's not that kind of a story.
l mean, l have done drugs,
but that's not what l...
You know l love you
above and beyond words.
- l know, Mom.
- What?
- l said, "l know."
- What did you say after that?
- l found my birth certificate
What?
Why didn't you say so?
- l don't-
l don't know.
l guess...
l guess l felt bad
for Mo-l mean Addy.
- She's still your mom too.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
And as soon as she's better,
we're gonna decide
how to work this.
But l wanted
to talk to you first,
because, first and foremost,
l wanted so see
if you'll take me back
as your mom.
l'm reapplying for the job.
- l'm a lot of work.
- l know.
- Excuse me, Miss Hunter.
Your sister's out of the OR.
You can both go see her now.
- Thank you.
- After Addy gets better,
can we all go on a road trip?
- Great idea.
- Can Elektra come too?
- We can ask her.
the baby.
- You do?
How come?
- Because l tested her earlier.
l asked her
if she wanted to smoke,
and she said she couldn't.
- Very sneaky.
- Besides, if she has the baby,
then she can quit her job,
because she'll be a millionaire.
- Huh.
When did you get to be
so clever?
- Genetic, l guess.
Speaking of which,
when are going to tell me
about my dad?
- Hmm.
What do you want to know?
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