Bogus Page #3

SOMEBODY FROM LAS VEGAS

ON LINE 2?

SOMETHING ABOU LORRAINE, YOUR SISTER?

I DIDN'T KNOW

YOU HAD A SISTER.

HELLO.

Attorney:

HELLO. MISS FRANKLIN?

YEAH.

MISS FRANKLIN,

MY NAME IS CLAY THRASHER.

I'M A LAWYER AT THE HOTEL

WHERE LORRAINE FRANKLIN

HAS BEEN WORKING.

Harriet, on speakerphone:

UH-OH. WHAT'S WRONG?

WHAT, IS SHE

IN SOME KIND OF TROUBLE?

I'M AFRAID IT'S

WORSE THAN TROUBLE,

MISS FRANKLIN.

LORRAINE WAS:

KILLED LAST WEEK IN

AN AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT.

I'M SORRY.

I'M SORRY.

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

LORRAINE WAS:

KILLED LAST WEEK IN

AN AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT.

YOU ARE LORRAINE'S

FOSTER SISTER,

IS THAT CORRECT,

MISS FRANKLIN?

YOU'RE TELLING ME

LORRAINE IS DEAD?

MISS FRANKLIN,

THIS IS RUTH CLARK.

I WAS LORRAINE'S

BEST FRIEND.

WE WOULD HAVE:

TOLD YOU SOONER,

EXCEPT...

WE JUST FOUND OU ABOUT YOU.

WE'RE SORRY TO BREAK

THE NEWS TO YOU THIS WAY,

MISS FRANKLIN.

OH, NO. I...

I UNDERSTAND,

AND THANK YOU FOR CALLING.

NO, NO. PLEASE

DON'T HANG UP.

MISS FRANKLIN,

THERE'S SOMETHING MORE

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT.

WHAT?

Ruthie:
IT'S ABOU ALBERT--LORRAINE'S

LITTLE BOY.

LORRAINE HAD A LITTLE BOY?

NOW, WHAT I HAVE

BEFORE ME, MISS FRANKLIN,

ARE SOME DOCUMENTS NAMING

YOU THE BOY'S GUARDIAN.

WHAT?!

OH. OH!

NO. NO. NO.

NO. NO. I...

UH-UH. NO.

YOU KNOW, FIRST YOU TELL ME

LORRAINE IS DEAD,

AND NOW YOU TELL ME

SHE'S GOT A KID,

AND THEN YOU'RE GOING TO

SPRING ON ME:

THAT I'M SUPPOSED

TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR IT?

HE'S NOT AN ORDINARY

BOY, MISS FRANKLIN.

Ruthie:
HE'S REALLY

A WONDERFUL BOY, HARRIET.

Antoine:

HE'S A MAGICAL BOY.

WAS THAT HIM?

WHO WAS THAT?

I'M ANTOINE.

Harriet:
WHO?

ALBERT'S

GOOD FRIEND.

Ruthie:
THE PROBLEM

IS THAT RIGHT NOW,

HE IS A HOMELESS BOY.

Harriet:
WELL,

WHAT ABOUT HIS FATHER?

WE CAN' FIND THE FATHER.

THERE IS NO FATHER.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN,

THERE IS NO FATHER?

THE BOY WASN'T IMMACULATELY

CONCEIVED, WAS HE?

LISTEN, YOU PEOPLE,

LET ME EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO YOU.

I DON'T HAVE A MOTHERLY BONE

IN MY BODY, OK?

I'M NOT A MOTHER.

I DON'T WANT TO BE A MOTHER.

NOW, I ALSO ASSUME

THAT THIS LITTLE BOY

IS WHITE, IS HE NOT?

HAVE YOU GO A PROBLEM WITH THAT?

YEAH--JUST A SMALL ONE.

'CAUSE I'M BLACK,

TOO, YOU KNOW,

AND I THINK THA YOUR SISTER WOULD BE

DAMNED UPSET WITH YOU

IF SHE THOUGHT THAT YOU

WOULDN'T TAKE ALBER BECAUSE YOU THINK THA BLACK GETS IN THE WAY!

Harriet:

THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID.

IT DIDN'T BOTHER HIS MOTHER,

AND YOU GREW UP:

WITH WHITE FOLKS,

DIDN'T YOU?

WHAT HAS MY GROWING UP

WITH WHITE FOLKS

HAVE TO DO WITH ME RAISING

SOME LITTLE WHITE BOY?

IT'S WHO YOU ARE.

YOU ARE THE CLOSEST THING

THAT HE'S GOT TO BLOOD!

YOU UNDERSTAND:

THE ALTERNATIVE:

WOULD BE TO PLACE HIM

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