mother, to lustful bed.
And a whole profession was born, charging sometimes an hour,
and a -minute hour at that.
And why a child now, out of left field?
One hopes its not to fill some growing void in their marriage.
Leave her be. A womans urge to motherhood is old as the earth.
Children grow up! They move out!
Sometimes to ridiculous places, like Cincinnati.
Or Boise, Idaho.
Then you never see th
mother
of an overdraft.
- Oo-ooh.
- George Grosz.
l hear the sound
of new money.
lm for sale.
l might pay for
this evening yet.
Come.
Take care of Grosz for me.
George.
George!
A moment.
- Mr. Epp.
- Oh.
Mrs. Epp, I think Max would like
a quick word with you.
George, do you want a drink?.
Hello, hello.
- So nice to see you.
- Hello.
l have a Monet downstairs.
- Monet? Why?
- Yes.
l thought this m
Mother came to us destitute.
She brings a child into the world, takes
one look at him and promptly dies...
without leaving
a forwarding name and address.
So hes yours for three guineas
as agreed, cash on delivery.
No, no, Mr. Bumble.
Cash upon liking.
A week on approval.
If we get enough work out of him...
without putting too much food into him,
then well keep him.
He can help Noah Claypole
put t
Mother?
lve considered it. Very seriously.
Well, heres to the voyage
of the Bounty.
To the voyage of the Bounty!
Still waters and the great golden sea.
Flying fish like streaks of silver
and mermaids that sing in the night.
The Southern Cross, and all the stars
on the other side of the world.
Bless my soul.
To the voyage of the Bounty!
ls that the Bounty?
No, sir. Thats the flagship of the fleet.
mother died, is it?
- No.
- Good.
Not like that one.
This one, it keeps coming back.
Theres an orchard
and this little girl.
That little girl,
shes being led through it.
- The little girl thats missing?
- Shes holding someones hand.
Its a man or a woman...
with red hair.
I keep trying to get rid of it.
I cant.
I dont know.
What do you want me to say?
- If its real, go to the cops.
- Paul, please.
The boy looks up, confused and frightened, concerned to see his mother crying in public. She looks at him tenderly.
Her brow furrows. She stops crying. She stares just above his eyes.
Somethings happening: she looks with wonder at the top of his head... his eyes roll upward, trying to see - its a crown!
He raises his hands. He touches it.
A beam of light illuminates the crown, casting its glow
MOTHER sticks her head in with a worried look. TINA sits
up and blows out a breath, groggy.
TINA
Just a dream, Ma...
(more to herself)
Damn dream, is all...
The woman, once attractive, ventures a step into the room. A MAN
hovers BACKGROUND. TINAS mother waves him away without looking,
shoving a strand of bleached hair from her eyes. She appraises
her daughter.
TINAS MOTHER
Some dream, judging fro
Mannequin Script
Ema Hesire, I know youre in there.
The wedding has been all arranged.
Please, gods. Please get me out of this.
You turned down the jeweler.
You turned down the grain merchant.
You turned down the Pharaohs food taster.
Theres only one man left wholl have you:
Youll marry Hazzi-Ra.
So what does he do?
Hes a fuel merchant.
-Mother.
-All right, so he sells camel dung.
-Forget it.
-Yo
mother, uh...
ALEX
(offering, fixing him with
a stare)
Killed herself?
Mr. Weaver stops, more than a little uncomfortable.
MR. WEAVER
(reluctant)
Yes. Now your father...
ALEX
Hes a basket case. Youve talked to him.
You know that. He might as well be dead
too.
Alex glances down at the floor, anything to avoid looking at the
counselor. She heaves a backpack onto to shoulder.
ALEX
(continuing)
Look
mother
have anything good to say?
- Will I get some kind of training for this?
- Yeah, by doing it.
Well, this is it...
pending cases.
Everything from tax fraud
to murder.
Wow. How do you keep on top
of all of it?
You dont. You prioritize.
Ive got death warrants
coming down any day.
Obviously they come first.
Every time a death warrant is issued or
reissued, we have to make a new report.
- You kn