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Ready for your lunch?

Come on, baby, let's start.

Big one.

Baby, let's start.

Good morning. Mr Costello real estate. How can I help you?

Mister Costello's office. Good morning.

You are not going to believe what just came up on my computer.

Eenie, meenie, miney... Lucy!

Howdy, race fans! How's it hanging?

-It's hanging just fine, thanks. -Boss wants a word.

It seems we have a little domestic on our hands.

Can you stall for me? I'm a little busy.

That's all right. I'll set it up online.

God forbid, you actually have to come out of your hole...

and talk like a real human being.

That all makes me wonder what you all did before computers, Detective.

Anyway, it's all very hush-hush...

so I'm going to lay my money on that Hugo brat shacking up...

with yet another bimbo. Very embarrassing.

National disgrace.

So no cops, got it?

Speak of the devil. Here is Hugo.

-Okay, we're about to go live. -Hilary.

Mister Hugo, one moment, please. Putting you through now, sir.

You fat fuck.

You're online.

-Morning. -Sir.

Personal problem has developed at home that I'd like you to take a look at.

-Yes, sir. -Nothing serious, really.

Nothing that a good kick in the pants wouldn't sort out.

The pants and questions being worn by my 22-year-old son, Paul.

I suspect him of stealing money from a trust account...

and I want you to find out what he's up to.

Yes, sir.

Thank you. Good morning.

Good morning.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Your identification?

Hil?

He walks, he talks! Ah! He's alive!

I'll call you from the trenches.

Here, I got you something.

Portland, Oregon. It's the same one as Cincinnati.

-Nonsense. -It's the same buildings.

-It's not. -Yes, too.

-It's not. -Is too.

Do you always park in front of fire hydrants, sir?

Yes.

Are you going to stop parking in front of fire hydrants?

-No. -And why is that?

My apologies, sir. You have a nice day now.

Who is he?

Some embassy brat, forged daddy's signature.

He's making a big cash withdrawal for someone.

And who is she?

I don't know. We've never seen her.

I bet she's pretty.

I bet she's not.

-Which one? -There.

-This one? -No.

No? Not that one?

-The other one. -Yes?

The guy behind him.

God bless America! Can you spare me any change?

Anyone?

Come on, mister, spare me some change.

Please. Please help me out.

Three, one, three, three, four.

Why don't you take any pictures of me, daddy?

Sweetheart, I never go anywhere without your picture. You know that.

I mean other pictures.

Sure, I used to take lots. Do you remember Sea World?

The dolphins and the clowns on skis.

Do you remember? You were just a baby at the time. Remember?

No. Where are they?

Your mother has them, along with everything else with your name on it.

At least she was there when I got home from school.

She didn't spend her whole life staring at dumb computer screens.

Lucy!

-Where's the money, Paul? -What?

The money.

It's right here in my bag. Safe and sound.

Good.

-This is nice, huh? -Do you like it?

Nobody can see us for a million miles.

Ever brought any women here?

Yeah. I have been known to one occasion.

-I didn't think so. -I brought you.

I'm not other women.

-Pass me my Gitanes. -Your what?

-Gitanes. Cigarette. -Cigarettes.

-What is this? A shark? -Oh, no.

-A fish? -It's a Pisces.

A Pisces? Oh, how seventies. What, you actually into that crap?

-As a matter of fact, I am. -Well, I'm a Leo.

Hey, what do you think of that? A shock in the life.

So do you, uh so tell me what you. Swim around all day

like plankton. Or do you bite the heads off little fish, huh?

Oh! Piscesans are broad-minded, artistic, sensitive.

We're also extremely selfish, manic depressive, substance abusers.

All depends on what side of the bed I get up on.

And don’t with you, forget about who's in be huh?

-Wait. -Wait what? What?

Now we’re going to play a game.

A game? Baby oil?

Baby oil? Why are you, what are you getting?

-Get down. Now. -Down, yes. How?

-Get down on your knees. -You kinky...

Oh, my God.

Where did you go? Come here.

No. No.

Merry Christmas, daddy!

Fucking phone.

-Where's the phone? -Out back, past the cash registers.

Oh, come on.

Do you have another phone? It's an emergency.

-Do you have another phone? -No.

Cash registers get smashed into pieces looking for quarters here.

Here. I owe you 10 bucks. Come on.

Come on!

Come home. It's Christmas, for Christ sake.

But you don't really have to come home anymore, dear, do you?

I mean, you can e-mail me.

Or we can talk on this thing you've given me.

I got to go, Mother. I'll call you back.

-Hilary! -You're in the pool.

-Hi, Hil. -Well, well, well. Lucky legs.

Nice to see your smiling face.

Love your work, let's do lunch, and whenever you're ready.

The eye, which is the reflector to the external world.

Is also the mirror to the soul within.

Ident, if you please.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Confirmed with a very favorable 97 percent!

-What can I do you for? -I'm a little out of my depth here, Hil.

I think I'm going to have to call a breach three here.

I got a breach three!

What the hell are you doing on hard line?

My cell phone and GPS went down. I had an accident.

Running a trace.

-Pittsburgh, correct? -Correct. Train station.

Okay. Got it. What do you need?

Anyone, really. State police, federal, whoever is nearest.

Suspect is about to board a train to New York City.

And may be traveling under the alias of...

Lucy.

Under the alias of...?

-Under the alias of... -Lucy?

Talk to me, Lucky.

Lucky. Under the alias of...

-Don't tell. Don't tell. Don't tell... -Lucky, what's going on?

Detective! Listen, what the hell is going on out there?

-Yeah, wait a minute. -What's happening?

-Wait a minute, Hilary. -Don't tell her, don't tell her.

Look, you're wasting time here. I'm sending in the troopers.

Follow us. Follow your destiny.

No. No, don't do that.

Well. You have a breach three and, suddenly, you don't.

What's up? What's the matter?

Nothing. Nothing. Uh, I, I have to go. I'll call in.

-Lucky! -Here we go again.

He's gotten a lot worse since his wife and kid went AWOL.

You want to hear about it? You don't want to hear about it.

Oh, yeah? Oh, really?

Well, why don't you stick your business where the sun don't shine?

-How did it go? -Nothing.

No match. No fingerprints. Nothing.

Is she real?

Oh, she's real, all right. She's a real pro.

Acid wash would burn her fingerprints right off.

Look. I have a question for you. How did you get in this photograph?

-That's you, isn't it, Luce? -Maybe.

I said I wanted to be in a photo.

-Can I get you something to drink, sir? -Uh, scotch rocks.

Thank you.

-Hi. Can I get you something to drink? -I'll have a vodka, please.

Happy New Year.

Do you mind if I flirt with you?

Well, seeing as how timing is everything...

why don't you wait until I'm finished reading my stars.

Mickey Argyle.

Dorothy Bishop.

-Pleasure. -Excuse me.

I don't mean to interrupt, but you're not from Cleveland, are you?

-No. -Your name isn't Gayle Flemming?

No, it isn't.

I'm sorry. It's just that a friend of mine from Cleveland used to go out...

with a girl who looked just like...

But that was a while back.

I have never been to Cleveland, and everybody looks like somebody else.

I'll drink to that, Toots.

Excuse me.

May I please have my cognac? I've been waiting 20 minutes.

Oh, yeah. Sorry. Would you mind, please? Sir? Cognac.

So, she says to me...

It's her or your jewels. I chose to keep the jewels.

My jewels.

You know, you have beautiful eyes.

Unalloyed, unblemished black opal.

Almost perfect.

An expert. How fortunate.

Absolutely... Tutely.

Voila.

Impressive.

Come on in.

My mink was right here. Oh, my God.

Somebody’s taken my mink coat!

Hmm, very nice.

And this opal would retail for approximately, what?

-Five thousand. -Pisces.

It's all in the hands of the gods.

Maybe we should have a couple of kids.

Lay off. Please?

Hey, lady. I think it's time you went home.

Merry Christmas, Daddy.

Merry fucking Christmas.

I wish you bluebirds in the spring

to give your heart a song to sing,

-Lucy! -And then a kiss

but more than this, I wish you love.

And in July

a lemonade to cool you in

-Lucy, be quiet! -Some leafy glade

I wish you health but, more than that

I wish you love

-my breaking heart -Stop sing...

and I agree that you and I

could never be

so with my best, my very best

I set you free

-I wish you -Lucy, be quiet!

I'm so...

I wish you health, but more than wealth

I wish you

I wish you bluebirds in the spring

Harry, can't you read the sign that says, "No pets"?

-This place doesn't allow goldfish. -It won't make a...

Uh, Deborah.

A gentle reminder, darling.

Take out your own trash on Tuesday and Thursday.

-Of course. -And...

don't throw it in the street. Throw it in a bin.

-And tell your boyfriend to do the same. -Which one?

The one who's been following you around all week.

You know the one. The one who waits outside for you,

and follows you around like a lost dog, yu know.

Describe him.

Oh, so-so. Average height, normal-looking.

At my age, they all look the same.

Have a nice day.

Hey, hold up! Yo, babe!

Hey, come on. Don't be so antisocial.

Hey! Come on! You got to give me some of that chickie, you know what I'm saying?

She's nuts!

-You ain't getting none of that! -Hey, fuck that!

Wait. Damn!

How the fuck did you get in here?

Guy downstairs gave me the key.

Your name Deborah Yates?

Detective Crocker. NYPD.

What can I do for you, detective?

You dropped your Pisces.

-I've never seen it before. -Oh, yes, you have.

Guy downstairs says you're from Salt Lake City.

That's right.

Isn't it against the law to walk away

from the scene of an accident in Salt Lake City?

I mean it's against the law here in New York.

-What can I do for you, detective? -Come again?

How much is this going to cost me?

-Are you bribing me? -Yes, I am. How much?

Okay.

A thousand dollars and a shot of some of that, whatever it is.

It's cognac.

What do you do for a living, Miss Yates?

I'm a wig maker.

Up here drumming up some business.

You sure you got 1000 dollars?

No.

But I'm sure we can come to some kind of an arrangement.

I'm sure you're right.

Don't touch that.

Miss, can I get that for you?

Sir! Sir!

Taxi!

I'm tired, daddy. I want to go home.

Soon, sweetheart.

What are we doing here? It's late.

I'm sorry, baby. We can't go yet.

Not yet. If I blink, I might lose her.

So?

So the last time I blinked, I lost you.

I lost my wife and I nearly lost my mind.

I can't lose her. She's all I've got got left.

I'll be with you in a minute, ma'am.

Sorry about the wait.

Your brandy, sir. That's six dollars, please.

Oh, thank you. Here you are.

-I'm sorry, sir. That's a five. -Pardon?

-It's a five. -No, it isn't.

It's a 10, you snake.

Oh, gosh. So it is. Your drink, sir?

-Thank you. -And your change.

-Keep the change. -Thank, thank you very much.

Happens all the time.

Waiters, taxi drivers, they all try it on.

I find it quite amusing.

You see, I can tell the difference between a five and a 10.

-How? -I fold them differently.

Short for a five and long for a 10.

Cheers.

What are you reading?

Numerology.

Oh. Are you amateur or professional?

Oh, I might be professional some day.

-When were you born, Mister... -Leonard.

Alexander Leonard. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Vincent, Charlotte. How do you do?

So, the fox in the mink.

Cool as a cucumber.

She's going to take the poor bastard for everything he's got.

Flight 726 flying to San Francisco, now boarding at gate eight.

Well, that's my flight, Charlotte.

-Thanks again. -That's my flight, too.

May I give you a hand?

-You want to help me? -What's the procedure?

Very well. I take your arm. And you lead.

Your heart is beating so fast. Why is that?

Oh, I was a little nervous that someone might show up at the airport.

Oh, don't worry.

On the arms of a blind man is the safest place for a beautiful woman to be.

Sir! Sir! You forgot this!

The eye, which is the reflector to the external world,

is also the mirror to the soul within.

-Ident. -Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Where the hell have you been? You go shitting through a tea towel.

You've got to speak to the boss.

Stall for me.

Look, tell him Paul Hugo now goes under the name Barry Grible.

We spent a week in Montreal, and then he went to Seattle with a girl.

He's on his way to Rome now.

I'm on him but the plane's about to board.

Now, I'm going to send you a sample, Hil.

And I want you to run a full DNA test on it for me.

It's a pubic hair.

No.

Not until you tell me what hell is going on.

Nothing's going on. I'm close. That's all.

Don't do this.

I'm not putting my ass on the line again.

Look, this is not about the kid.

Hilary, look. This is legit. Hil.

Hillary.

You son of a bitch.

That's my girl.

So, I'll send this to you today. It should reach you by Thursday.

I have to go, Hil.

Mister Leonard.

I tell you it wasn't me.

I don't know what you’re talking about.

-Even so, it's lovely. Step. -Here, let me feel it.

-Is that it? It's a mere trinket. -Very sweet.

I have a much bigger surprise in store for you.

Oh, my.

An old friend passed away, leaving with this eyesore,...

and I've been scratching my head wondering what to do with it.

And what do you intend to do with it?

Do you want to be an amateur all your life?

What can I say? Fantastic!

Like I said.

If you like her so much why don't you talk to her?

-I don't talk to anyone. -You talk to me.

-You're not real. -Oops. Time.

He loves her.

And he's going to take her away from you.

Not if she does him in first.

-You're jealous, daddy. -And you're not?

So as we open the Canvas of the Sky,

We open another summer of love.

-Did I get it, darling? -It was perfect. It was perfect.

Okay, this is it.

This is the last I can do, than file a report.

So it looks like your sweet little hair came through.

-What? -The DNA test.

She's got a record.

She's got a record? When did this come through?

-Yesterday. -Yesterday?

Hey! I'm on the line as it is. Okay, pal? So cut the crap.

I'm sorry. Just patch this one through. I'll wrap it up...

and I'll owe you my life. Just name your price.

That's more like it. Thank you.

Okay. So here comes.

There. How'd you go?

Oh, Hil. Marry me.

I'll need everything you've got on this probation report and...

By the way, was that a proposal that I heard just pass through your lips?

Next of kin.

-Joanna Eris. -Charlotte!

Good morning, Mister Leonard. You're early as usual.

Good morning to you, Miss Vincent.

Now are you ready to be dazzled by my fine wines?

I can hardly wait. Dazzle away.

You're leaving.

I'll be back in a few days.

No, you're not. You're leaving me again. Just like last time.

I didn't leave anybody. Your mother left me.

Then take me with you.

No, I can't. It's too important.

You're running away again.

-I'm not running away. -Me and mommy, you hate us.

-Oh, for God's sake. -You're abandoning me.

I didn't abandon anyone!

She took you away from me.

She took everything away from me.

If you don't take me with you I won't ever come back.

I have to go.

Dream of striking gold. But, of course, that didn't happen.

Fact was, he was a loser.

Probably the most adorable loser to ever walk the face of the earth...

and so mom left.

In December, a guy came and...

had the power shut off.

I was 9 years old. It was Christmas.

We went for a walk.

Roaming the streets like a couple of homeless people,

watching others shop, looking at the lights.

He sang to me.

I wish you bluebirds in the spring

We sat somewhere to rest for a while.

And I wasn't stupid.

I knew I was going to see Christmas from the back alley of a shoe store.

But still, I was totally caught up in the spirit of things...

and I wanted to get him something, give him something special.

But when I got back,

he was gone.

It was Christmas day.

I never saw my daddy again.

I never saw my daddy again.

I'll always be here. I love you.

I love you. I love you, Charlotte.

First we are processed.

They take everything away.

We lose our personal possessions.

Everything except our own shoes.

They want to wear our own shoes just to feel a little bit at home.

Then, we make our way out into the yard...

where we will meet our fellow inmates, and the first thing they're going to do...

they're going to take our shoes.

So come on then, take off your shoes.

I mean it. Take off your shoes.

Take off your shoes!

Doctor Brault?

Can I help you?

Uh, you were in charge of the probation exchange scheme during the early Eighties?

If you would contact my office ..

I'm investigating a former resident...

and I wondered if you could spare me a few moments.

Who are you investigating?

Eris. Joanna.

-Cognac? -Please.

She did fine with her foster homes.

The theft was nothing more than a youthful dare of a girl...

that certainly didn't amount the 12 months detention.

And that's where the real damage was done.

She tried to kill herself several times.

Stuck her hand right through a plate glass window and attempted to hack it off.

Did you know that?

Cigarette?

And after her release she came straight to you.

They all came to me.

I was Federal Probation Chief at the time.

The whole exchange program was my idea.

Remove the girls from their familiar environments, unearth them...

probate them where they had no roots.

Well, it didn't work. Just didn't work.

After a couple of years, it became a very costly blur.

The girls were all unmanageable, ignorant, demented female hoods.

All, that is, but Joanna. Number eight seven seven three.

Joanna Eris.

She was unique.

I had her immediately transferred to Boston.

-For your own personal supervision. -Uh uh.

Forgive me for asking, Doctor Brault...

are you wearing a wig?

Does she still wear wigs?

One of the little tricks I taught her.

Never reveal yourself to any man who doesn't need to know.

Now you need to know.

And what other little tricks did you teach her?

I taught her to survive, to fight, and never let the mother fuckers in.

Survival of the fittest, Joanna.

Kill or be killed.

And was she ever sexually molested by a man?

-Not to my knowledge. -Were you?

All right. That's enough. Get out.

Detective, my ass. Who are you?

Miss Eris is in a lot of trouble. I'm someone that's trying to help.

What? Find out where the trouble started?

And now you think you've got a pretty good idea. Is that it?

Who the hell do you people think you are?

This girl came to me uh, uh, a weak, pathetic little field mouse!

You hand me the problems! Never the solutions! Get out!

-Jeanne? -Yes. Come on in, girls.

God bless you for your time, doctor. Keep up the good work.

-Get out. What is it? -Are you all right?

Of course. Of course I'm all right.

Pisces. "Familiarity breeds contempt."

"Time to end the holiday and get back to work."

"Remembering to tie up all loose ends before you move on."

"Your search is far from over..."

"...as your true companion still waits patiently in the wings."

Joanna.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

Why didn't you just take out a fucking advertisement?

Jesus.

Lucy?

Lucy? I'm home, sweetheart.

Miss Vincent?

Roy, is that you?

Is that you, Roy?

Miss Vincent? Morning.

Oh, you can... It'll be a minute.

Um, take your time, ma'am.

I've always wondered what it took to contain a large family, and now I know.

Stamina.

I'm exhausted.

And that's just one side of the family.

Look!

I never look. What is it?

It's a skunk.

That's about the best sign of good luck you'll ever have.

Only when the stars are right and the moon is full.

How is the moon?

It's full as a bowl, old timer.

Ah.

So how will we celebrate our good fortune?

A simple ceremony?

Here or Saint Boniface?

Nothing too elaborate, quaint and charming.

For say...

eight hundred of your closest friends.

Now, call me old fashioned, but...

isn't it who should pop that question?

Well, technically, yes.

But why would you ever think that a lovely young thing...

such as myself would want to tie the knot with a blind old coot...

who's rapidly approaching his used by date?

Not to mention the fact that you're a Virgo, Mister Leonard.

And I know you better than you know yourself.

And, of course, there's always your fortune that I'm after.

Why, Charlotte? Why me?

Because you can't see who I really am.

And I think it's in the stars.

Very well, Miss Vincent. I do.

Until tomorrow then, my darling.

I love you, Mister Leonard.

You know, I, I never did buy you that pendant.

Of course you didn't.

Take care of her, Roy.

I know you're there.

What do you want?

Open your eyes, you stupid blind bastard!

She's going to kill you!

She's going to kill you!

Charlotte! Come on!

Charlotte Vincent!

What are you doing here? It's early!

Come on! Let's jump the broomstick.

-What? -We're gonna get married!

Now?

I don't deserve this, Mister Leonard.

-What's this with your hand? -Oh, it's nothing. It's an accident.

-What's in the box, daddy? -I've got a ring for you.

Everybody, stay back.

Alex! Alex!

Alex! No! No! No!

Alex!

Get your hands off! Alex! Let me go!

No! Get off! Get off of me! Get off of me!

Looks like your cigarette lighter's run out of gas, princess.

Diane.

Okay.

-Hey, how you doing? -How are you?

Have a bit of car trouble. Think you could help me out?

I sure think we can take care of that.

I'm sure every man and his dog has tried a line on you...

but has everyone ever told you you have very sad eyes?

Well, yes. They have, Gary. Has anyone ever told you you need a shower?

That's a pretty mean looking shark you got there, princess.

It's a fish. Pisces.

-Looks like a shark to me. -You like sharks?

I like the myths.

They have a limited memory.

Maybe only a minute or two.

Sounds like a pretty good life to me.

Of course, the down side is they can never stop swimming.

Even when they're asleep, they have to keep moving forward.

‘Cause if they stop for even a moment, they'll die.

-Fuck me dead. -What?

Nothing. I was just uh...

Just saying you could lay your dentures

on my bedside table any day of the week, princess.

What are you talking about?

Nothing! Forget it!

Stupid bitch.

What are you doing in there, princess? You haven't started without me, have you?

Princess is in the middle of her ablutions.

Fuckwad.

I wish you bluebirds in the spring.

There's a little surprise on the dresser near your purse, princess.

Just for you.

A little dart action, you know.

You see, there's this bar just off the one five out of Baker...

where they have these English dart championships.

And there's this guy. And I bend over to pick up his girlfriend...

who's sprawled on the floor, completely fucking smashed.

And the fucker hits me in the ass, with this bright yellow feather-weight dart...

right between the cheeks!

Can you believe it?

So what do I do?

I nail him to the bar and use his head for a fucking dart competition.

What's all this stuff?

That's just a little something to get the evening started, darling.

Thanks. I'll pass.

Oh, no. No, no. Don't...

It's just for fun! I don want to have to blast alone.

It's not my thing. You go right ahead. I'll watch.

You'll what? You'll fucking watch?

Ladies and gentlemen, step right up and watch the freak show.

And see for the first time in this country...

the amazing pin cushion!

Treat yourself tonight, folks.

Treat yourself and watch the bearded lady cut herself to ribbons.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Aw, baby fell down.

That's a good baby.

Here we go.

Welcome to heaven, princess.

No milk today, thanks!

Thank you! Now piss off and mind your own fucking business!

Yes?

Don't leave her.

She's just a little girl. Don't leave her alone.

I will never ever leave her. Ever.

Cross my heart.

Hope to die?

For ever and ever.

Amen.

Hey, what the fuck is this?

Jesus Christ! What the fuck!

Hey! Get me the fuck out off here.

Hey, motherfucker!

Fuck it!

The car!

-Where's the fucking car? -Morning there, partner.

Sounds like you had yourselves a little bit of fun last night.

No, no, no!

Where is she? I said where is she?

She went north about half hour ago.

Hey! You gonna pay for their rooms?

Joanna!

Joanna!

-Hil, honey? -Yeah?

-We've got our lost dog. -Better late than never.

Christ. I’ve got two guys in Boston pulling the place apart.

What the hell are you doing in Utah?

Um, I lost the Hugo kid, Hil, uh, I need some help.

Could you put an ASU out on all...

We've been trying to tell you.

Hugo and his wife bought it in a car accident a month ago,

So it's finished, it's over, you're coming home.

The Boss is dead.

Jesus, I've been worry sick. How the hell are you surviving, anyway?

You know me, "Lucky legs." Look, could you put an A-S-U out on all hospitals for me?

Uh, a woman may try and register under the name...

For God's sake! Listen to me!

Listen! Hugo handed the whole case over to the feds months ago!

So, it's over!

You're coming home and that's an order.

Now, will you do one last thing for me?

I'm not authorized to.

Well fuck authorization, Hil! I'm in trouble here.

Now, a woman may try and register herself into a hospital

under the name Eris or Leonard.

Now this is an emergency,

and the last thing I need at the moment are the fucking feds.

Now will you help me, please?

I can't fuck this one up as well.

Please.

I'll see what I can do.

Hello there.

Hello? Yoo-hoo! Hello?

-Pardon? -May I help you?

Yes, um, I, I've just flown in to visit a friend of mine uh.

A Miss um, Joanna Eris.

Oh, good.

I'm so glad somebody came, with being Christmas and everything.

Well, she's down the hall in thirty-six, although she's probably asleep by now.

Okay.

You know she lost the baby, don't you?

Who was he?

He didn't say, dear.

But he asked me my name. He said Joanna Eris?

Yes. He said he was a friend.

What does he look like?

Like a salesman. They look the same to me.

Salesman, reporters, photographers.

They get your name from the registry

and they come to try sell baby products and the like...

Come on. Fucking come on! Come on!

Hey, buddy. You got a buck?

Miss Eris. Federal police.

Would you mind coming with us, please?

-Why? -We'll explain in the car.

In the car, please?

One, two, three!

Good morning, Nellie.

I'm ready when you are, darling.

Get over it, pal. It's not going to happen.

Yeah?

I'd like the omelet with herbs, please.

-The what? -Omelet with oh, herbs.

Why, you shouldn't have to ask, Nell.

We're gonna install a bed in here for this guy.

-How you doing, Frank? -I'm good, Lizzy.

-Good. -So, you come in a lot?

Last couple of weeks. You? Have you been here long?

I don't know. A couple of months. Side dishes?

-Taurus? -Yeah. You believe in the stars?

Not anymore.

Well, Pisces reads, "It may seem you have reached the end of your road..."

"but all is about to change."

"The sacrifice you are about to make will become another salvation."

And then it says, "You will never be forgotten."

-Do you want some coffee? -Yes, please.

Uh, we're busting at the seams, Frank.

You don't mind sharing, do you?

-All done, gentlemen? -Mm-hmm.

-Who gets the check? -I got it.

Coffee?

-What do you think? -Can't say for sure.

-Worth a try, though. -Yeah.

Fucking cops, eh?

What about them?

-You can always spot them. -Hmm. Didn't notice.

Look, um. I don't know what time you finish, but uh, uh...

I'm coming back later than them.

I wondered if maybe you, if you uh, would want, want a drink.

I'm working a double. Thanks.

Watch the alarm.

Raccoons keep set them off and I sure as shit ain't coming down here...

at four in the morning to reason with them again. Night, night.

Toodle-oo!

Night, Frank.

-I said, night Frank! -Good night Lizzy.

You know, I'm in real estate in Nevada.. That's why I can help you get a house.

Getting a house isn't a problem. It's easy enough.

What do you do in a house?

When you wake up in it?

What do you do on Christmas?

In a house?

I mean, I'm supposed to be so young and have anything to show for myself...

except a big sense of loss.

That hardly fills up a house.

What, what, what, what have you lost?

I've lost my childhood. My youth.

My father.

My husband.

My daughter.

She wasn't any bigger than a minute, barely had a name.

Now, my mind's going, too. Plays tricks on me.

And the spookiest of all, I lost my angel.

I had a guardian who looked after me.

I think I miss him the most. My angel.

Maybe he'll come back some day, huh?

Come back and bury me in my favorite graveyard in Baldi.

It's not up to us, though.

Is it? It's up to the gods.

The whole thing is.

What have you lost? Only fair.

This one's my daughter. I think.

She was an embassy kid and uh, was relocated or uh...

dislocated is, I think, the word that they used every ten months.

I simply came home one day and uh, she wasn't there anymore.

And seven years later, I stopped looking for her.

The thing that gets me the most is that she had no choice.

She simply woke up one morning and uh, and didn't have a father anymore.

So, I'm just a daddy who lost his little girl.

And I guess you're a little girl who, who lost her daddy.

And that's it.

End of story.

Romeo, we're real crowded today. You're going to have to share.

-Hi. -What can I get you?

-Coffee. -That's it?

For the record, lieutenant, I think this is a very sick scenario.

Nobody is accusing anybody yet, doctor.

Just tell us what you see.

Okay, here we go.

That's not Joanna Eris.

Well, we have reason to believe it is. Be very sure.

I'm telling you, it's not her.

I'd really like uh, a chance to try again.

Uh, and I wouldn't waste your time.

I, I, I'd make it worth your while.

It's not a waste of my time. It's a waste of your time.

I don't know much more of this place I can take.

-I get off in two hours. -I can't wait.

I, I could drive the car around the back and we could go now.

I'll meet you out back in five minutes.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Have a seat.

What did you say you do?

Oh, real estate.

Oh, yeah. It's a pretty tough business up here.

Oh, yeah. It's a pretty mean business. Snow means money and I'm suspicious.

I think that's why I spotted the police so quickly.

I think they had the place staked.

I wonder what for?

They're probably going to arrest somebody. Probably one of the regulars or um...

one of the staff.

Would you like a drink? I only have cognac.

I never touch the stuff.

I've seen you some place before.

I don't think so.

I've been around a long time, though.

Someplace else.

-Have you ever been to Florida? -A couple of times.

Well, everybody looks like somebody else, huh?

Yeah, my wife was born in LA. And I...

What are you doing?

Don't do this to me.

Joanna.

No!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

I know who you are.

You took my picture at the museum.

I wish you love.