Under The Cherry Moon Page #4

Well, it must be easy to float

with a head as swelled as yours.

Big as a balloon,

so I can touch the clouds.

So can I. My father has a Learjet.

Hmm.

It's no fun to depend

on other people for rides.

Especially not when you're used to

taking them for rides the way you do.

- What do you want from me, Mary?

- To know what you want from me.

I want to take you on a trip to the moon.

- Who's paying?

- It's free.

But I guess you wouldn't know

anything about that.

- Punk!

- Brat.

- Gigolo!

- Cabbage head!

What?

What's the matter, late for work?

Yeah.

You're blowing it.

Tricky, come and dance with me.

Oh, no.

Nobody like your body, baby.

Oh.

We'll be landing on the moon

in three minutes.

Mary, Mary, Mary.

I guess you don't like

your daddy fooling around

with Mrs. Wellington, do you?

Christopher ain't going to

fall into that trap.

No. Too cool for that.

Yo, Isaac!

Stroke it a couple times for me, cousin!

Make sure you put a pillow up her ass.

She like that.

Who the hell was that?

I don't suppose you happen to know

the owner of that charming voice,

would you?

Hmm?

Man, that was dog.

She set you up to bust in

on her old man's private business?

She don't know that what's good enough

for Isaac Sharon is even better for me.

- She's bad, cousin.

- Yeah, but she ain't got no street.

You know, I wish there was some way

we could bring her down to our world.

Then she could experience the real fun.

Tell you what. Give me a dark room

and a Sam Cooke album,

and I'll show her the real fun.

No, man. That's not what she's about.

She's above that.

She just needs to loosen up.

Mary already knows who she is.

She just doesn't know what she wants.

Father, be a dear and call Emile

and tell him I may possibly want to

take the boat out tonight.

Now slow down a minute, Mary.

That's a big responsibility.

You've never taken the boat out

by yourself before.

Yes, well, it's about time I started

to do one or two things by myself.

Don't you think?

No, Tricky. I don't think so.

She is definitely a virgin.

You know, I think she's afraid of men.

She ain't afraid of Tricky.

Honey, I'm just afraid of you

going out unprotected.

- Good heavens! What am I going to do?

- You're free to do whatever you wish.

- Am I?

- Yes.

You know the terms

for your getting the trust.

You've changed the terms

over the past three years!

All I've tried to do is please you.

Yes, so you could get your money

and get out of here.

- I just want my own life.

- You don't know what you want.

Mary, the trust is yours

the moment you and Jonathan are wed.

Now, life cannot be simpler

than that, can it?

She just doesn't know what she wants.

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