The Whole Wide World Page #5

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It's for the confessions.

Aren't those stories

a little bizarre?

What's it called?

"I Gave my Daughter Movie Fame."

Really?

What's it about?

[LAUGHING]

I'm not going to tell you

until you stop laughing at me.

A woman has

an illegitimate child,

a daughter.

The child is adopted by her

aunt,

but the mother

can't give her up,

so she keeps helping her

in secret, and...

What?

Eventually, she helps her

become a movie star.

[LAUGHING]

And very famous.

Stop laughing.

It's not that silly, is it?

Don't pay any attention to me.

I don't know a thing

about illegitimate daughters

or...movie fame.

Well, it seemed like a good idea

at the time.

Well, I haven't seen

any giant snakes

or big-busted naked women

frolicking through

the West Texas hills lately.

Oh, but I have.

You look more closely next time.

I try to write

about people

with ordinary problems,

real people.

That's where

we're different.

I write about another age,

another way of life.

Man struggling to survive.

That's my formula.

Well, you know

those tiny farmhouses

we passed on the way out?

Those are the people

I want to write about.

Not me.

I can't write about men

who toil along on a farm,

get drunk, beat up a wife

who can't fight back.

I can't write

about hate like that.

Well, just because you're poor

and you work hard

doesn't mean you're hateful.

You've lived a sheltered life.

You don't know

these people out here. I do.

Well, your stories sell,

so people must want to read

about muscle men

who wrestle monsters

and girls in skimpy dresses

who don't do a darned thing

but sit around and watch.

You stick with me, girl.

I'll teach you about writing...

and men.

Although I was

completely disappointed

by his appearance,

there was something

appealing about him.

Maybe it was the way

he laughed at my story.

He's asked me

to go to the picture show

this Sunday.

I think I might go.

[SWORDS CLASHING, SCREAMING]

[NOISE STOPS]

[KNOCKING]

How's my best gal?

You ready to go?

You look great.

Well, this fool hat

kind of bothers me.

Ain't the kind of hat

I ought to be wearing.

Why not?

Well, take those hats

the Mexicans wear, sombreros.

There's a hat.

Keeps the sun off real good.

Yeah.

Well, are you ready?

You look

mighty pretty today.

I like that perfume

you're wearing.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, and I hope

you'll have your

picture made for me

in that suit.

Well, you mean

with this hat on?

Yes, with that

hat on.

You look

very handsome.

I got a weak chin.

See how it recedes into my neck?

Oh, you do not.

Yes, I do.

My friend, Truett,

he's got a really weak chin.

One little tap,

he'd be out cold.

Mine's weak,

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