In America Page #4

Fee,

fi,

fo,

fum.

- Girls.

- I still smell the blood of an Irishwoman.

Take the bag. Take the money.

Go to Heaven. Marina will look after you.

I smell the blood of an Irishwoman.

- Oh, hi, you two.

- How you doing, girls?

You're a little later than usual.

Where's your mom?

My mom is playing with Dad on her own.

Fee,

fi,

fo,

fum.

I smell the blood of an Irishwoman.

Fee,

fi,

fo,

fum.

I still smell the blood... of an Irishwoman.

- Where are the kids?

- Leave it on.

It's all right.

It's OK.

- Ah, where are the kids?

- They're fine.

They're in Heaven.

Marina's looking after them.

Come on to me. Come on.

- No! No.

- Go on!

And that was the moment

the baby was conceived.

What's wrong?

Was it that good?

Was it that bad?

Look at me, Sarah.

You all right?

What's wrong?

- Come here to me.

- I can't.

- Come here to me. Hey.

- I can't.

Look at me and tell me the truth.

Frankie had your eyes, Johnny.

Say something.

You blame me.

I should have been there to catch him

when he fell down the stairs.

It's my fault.

I don't blame you.

- Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

- Hurry, get inside.

We had to go to a Catholic

school, so my dad took a night job.

Ariel was worried about

a blind man called Jos.

Everybody smile and say "Cheese!"

Cheese!

Christy, why can Jos not see?

It's not "Jos. " It's:

I helped too.

Fill the bag with leaves like that,

yellow ones.

OK.

Statue of Liberty, nation,

friends and caring,

so now we are all together.

I'm hungry!

Right, keep your eye on the meter.

And get in the cab and keep your ear

on the radio, all right? I won't be long.

And lock the doors.

401 to base.

If you can hear me, come in.

Hello, base here.

Hey, where's your dad, girls?

- He's in his audition.

- Oh.

- Where are you?

- I'm not positive.

Christy, do you know where you are?

- No.

- Oh.

- Are you on Broadway?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Near where?

- Near...

- Near the audition.

- Yeah. Very good.

Is my baby all right?

- How are you feeling?

- Fine.

Little bit tired,

but other than that I'm OK.

Mom, do you think

Dad will know who I am?

Wow, youse look great.

You'll knock 'em out.

- Can you guess what they are?

- Ariel's an angel.

Uh-huh.

- Christy's a forest.

- She's autumn.

- No, fall.

- Fall?

Yeah. That's what they call it

here in America - fall. Like, leaves fall.

Oh, you guys look great. They look great.

Irish. Irish. Spare a quarter, please?

Please, please.

- I got a quarter.

- You're the best.

- All right.

- He gave me a quarter, Angela.

- He gave me a quarter.

- There you go.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you. Thank you.

Who are they?

That's the Irish.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

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