False Pretenses Page #3

[ Gunshot ]

Rand?!

I know you, Diane.

You're not a quitter.

Laura, the Art gallery was

pretty much my last hope.

I guess it's time my folks found out that

their only daughter's an instant widow.

Broke, and apparently with

no marketable skills.

You haven't told them

about Rand?

I didn't have the heart to

tell them on the phone.

I thought it was better to tell

them in person.

Are you sure this thing will

make it California?

It's got to.

Please, take it.

Oh, Laura.

You're a true friend.

Thank you.

I will call you if

I need anything.

You're a survivor,

you know that?

Well, I hope so.

Your card, they declined

the charge.

Parts and labour $872.46.

Did you want to call them?

No. Do you take cheques?

No.

Okay, just give me a sec.

Mom? Hey.

It's good to hear your

voice too.

How's dad?

Oh God, really?

Will you tell him my fingers

are crossed for him?

Yeah.

No, oh no, nothing. I just...

well, nothing that

can't wait. I...

I just called to say I'll

see you soon.

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah. Love you.

Bye. Bye.

Are you sure you can't

take a cheque.

Would you?

Whatever happened to that

friendly West Texas attitude?

The interstate,

Enron, Jerry Springer.

We can't work something out?

Pay what you owe and you're on your way.

It's as simple as that.

- And if I can't?

- The car just sits there.

Unless you can find it

in your heart

to trust somebody other than God

for a week or so until

I get the money to pay for you

parts and labour.

I swear, I won't leave town

until you've got every cent.

Please.

I swear.

Don't you make me sorry.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Hard to find good help these days,

especially when you need it.

Cerise, this here is

Dee Dee Martin.

Show her the ropes, okay?

Break her in easy please.

Hi. [ Cerise giggles ]

What? What's the matter?

First thing, get yourself out of that

fancy footwear and into some real shoes.

Ah! These are real shoes.

All right.

Second thing, just because I'm wearing

a name tag, don't make me stupid.

Eight hours hustling tables in

those toe jammers

and you'll be crippled for life,

and no way I'm working this

whole room my own self

because you fast talked old

"mush-for-brains"

into thinking that you'd ever

seen the back side

of a restaurant in your whole

please-and-thank-you life.

Cerise.

I really need this job,

just for a while.

So, if you could just please...

that'd be great.

Carry your own weight,

I got no cause.

I'm a quick study, you'll see.

All right, all right. Just save the

sorority girl stuff for the customers.

First break, hustle your butt on

down to the store,

get yourself some sneakers with

the thickest soles you can find.

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