To Die For Script - Dialogue Transcript

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To Die For Script





Here's what I found out.



That all of life is

a learning experience.



Everything is part of a big...



master plan.



But sometimes it's--

Well, it's hard to read.



It's like if you get

too close to the screen...



all you can see

is a bunch of little dots.



You don 't see the big picture

until you stand back.



But when you do...



everything comes into focus.



My name is Suzanne Maretto.



No, wait. I'm sorry.



Suzanne Maretto

is my married name.



My own name...



is Suzanne Stone.



That's my professional name.



It's not like I have any negative

feelings about the name Maretto.



Maretto is the name, after all...



of my husband...



who I loved...



very, very much.






It's also the name of his parents,

Joe and Angela Maretto...



and of his lovely and talented

sister, Janice Maretto...



who have been like

a second family to me...



and who I regard

as I do my own family...



particularly since

my recent tragedy.



I knew just through knowing

and being related to them.



They have given me what I think is

a very precious and valuable insight...



into the different kinds

of ethnic relationships...



that are part of the very things

that I've been trying to explore...



as a member

of the professional media.



First impressions in one word?

You really want to know?



Four letters, begins with C."



Larry, it's a girl.



You ain't never seen one of them?



"Cold. "



Cold. C-O-L-D.






What did you think of Suzanne

when you first met her?



I just didn't get

the Suzanne thing.



All the girls around town

thought Larry was really cute.



I mean, Larry used to hang out

at the restaurant...



on the nights when my dad...



would let Larry

and his dopey rock band play there.



Just, you know?



Oh, Susie Q

I love you



I love the way you walk



I love the way you talk



I like the way you talk

I like the way you walk



Laura Risley, I remember.



Peggy Holden.

She was kind of a slut.



He could've had anybody,

basically, is what I'm saying.



I don't know. Suzanne-- blonde.



I don't know.



Well, yeah, sure,

I could've said some things.



Well, to tell you the truth,

I did say some things.



He's my brother.



But in a very subtle way.



What do you think

of Angela Raguzzo?



She's all right.



- She's hot.

- Why?



She wants you to ask her out.



Look, don't try and fix me up

with people. It's embarrassing.



All right.



What do you think of Dana Defalco?



You want me to go out

with a girl whose father's in the mob?



- Who says he's in the mob?

- Everybody.



So? Don't you want

a little excitement?



- I got all the excitement I can take.

- With who? The ice maiden?



You don't know

what you're talking about.



- I don't?

- No.



Inform me.



Well, it's none of your business.



But Suzanne,

she looks, you know...



very fragile and delicate, right?



But when we're--



I mean, when I'm--

I don't know why I'm telling you this.



Details are too graphic.



But let me just tell ya,

she's like--



She's like a volcano.



You mean people come from miles around

just to watch her explode?



- Is that it?

- Very funny.



Like Mount Saint Helens?



Man! When he says to me--



I'm gonna marry her.



Wait a minute. You what?



"You what?" I said.

And then he says--



I'm tellin' ya, sis, she's it.



- She's the golden girl of my dreams.

- Oh, God.



And I did one of these...



which I regretted right away...



'cause he looked at me with

that kind of doggy look that guys get.



I'm just kidding.

I'm kidding!



She can't even bowl.



Yes! Yes!



- Let me tell you something, all right?

- Yeah.



She's like--

She's like a delicate china doll.



You ever try kissing a doll?

You know, they don't kiss back.



She's like one of those

porcelain figurines that Mom collects.



She is so pure and delicate...



and innocent.



You just have to look at her,

and you wanna take care of her...



for the rest of your life.



Yeah, I can see that.






Anyway, so when she, Suzanne,

says to me--



If you're actively seeking a career

in the professional ice skating field--



in the spotlight, so to speak--



I think you have to maximize

your positive features.






What I'm saying is that

a qualified plastic surgeon...



could just snip away those little

beauty spots, or facial blemishes...



and you'd see how much better

you'd feel about yourself.



You know, commenting about

my face and stuff.



I knew where she was going.

Miss Fixer-Upper.



I believe that Mr. Gorbachev--

The man who ran Russia for so long?



I believe that he would still be

in power today if he'd done...



what many people suggested and had that

big purple thing taken off his forehead.



I firmly believe that.



Someday I hope to interview him,

and we'll discuss that...



along with other more pertinent

international things.



I'm tellin' you, sis,

she's gonna be the next Barbara Walters.



Is that right?



Well, Barbara does have

many admirable qualities--



a wide knowledge

of current events...



and a deep sympathy

for people's inner feelings...



which is a trait so many people have

who are of the Jewish persuasion.



Isn't she somethin' else?



So, yeah, that was it.



I mean, a done deal, finito.



He was a goner.



The point is that, for instance...



Connie Chung,

who is married, I believe...



to Maury Povich,

the well-known interviewer...



doesn't say, "Hello, this is

Connie Povich with the news."



I don't think she would be

embarrassed by it...



because she's already pretty ethnic

when you think about it.



Or, to take another example...



someone who doesn't appear to have

an ethnic bone in her body--



Jane Pauley...



who I strongly relate to...



because, you know,

we have similar physical traits.



Although, I thankfully don't have

to struggle with the weight problem...



like she does.



And she also,

to the best of my knowledge...



has never identified herself,




as Jane Trudeau...



even though her husband,

Mr. Trudeau...



is a prominent cartoonist

of some kind...



and not, as so many people believe,

the ex-president of Canada.



So, what I'm saying is this:



There are some people

who never know who they are...



or who they wanna be

until it's too late...



and that is a real tragedy

in my book...



because I always knew who I was

and who I wanted to be, always.



Who wants to be on TV?

There she is!



- Look at who's looking at herself.

- Just look at that.



Suzanne, lookie there.



Come here.

Look at the camera.



- See?

- Look, what a darling.






Can't you get it focused

better than that?



And we're back...



with the families

of Suzanne and Larry Maretto.



Mr. Stone.



At first, I have to admit we--



we didn't think too much of it,

the relationship.



Here was our daughter,

a college graduate.



Junior college, yes, but...



with good grades and a degree in--



Electronic journalism.






And here was this young man...



a good boy obviously...



but, still, a boy

whose education was...



limited to high school.



I remember saying, "Honey--"



Honey, I'm worried that you don't know

what you're getting into with this kid.



- Dad, I'm not a little girl anymore.

- I know that.



All I'm saying is that...



we come from

pretty different backgrounds.



"For all you know his family

could be mixed up with the mafia."



- I'm sorry, Joe.

- No problem, Earl.



- I was just being--

- I understand.



I understand. Please.



She just laughed at me.



- Don't worry.

- I have to worry.



That's what dads do.



If you ask me, I'd say Larry

appealed to a side of her...



that you wouldn't ordinarily know

was there.



It was a kind of a-- What?



A wild side.



Not wild, but--






I thought he would marry--

I don't know.



A nice lfalian girl.



But like the guy

in The Godfather says...



"This is America, okay?



The melting pot. "



Anyway, one day,

Larry comes over to me. He says--



I'm gonna tell you something, Pop.

She's going places.



She's got goals.

You know, she's studying stuff.



She's sending out resumes

all the time.



Did I show you what she gave me

for my birthday?



"You Can Be The  ne."



The one what?



Well, the one anything.

That's the point.



It's self-motivation.



It's from that guy on TV,

the inspirational millionaire...



with all the houses and yachts.



You know?



Sounds pretty serious.



Serious? Pop, I sold my drums.



- You sold your drums?

- Yep.



And he did.

He sold his drums...



And he did.

He sold his drums...



and he turned himself

right around...



just for her.



The veil Suzanne wore...



she had copied

from a picture in a magazine...



the exact same one

Maria Shriver wore at her wedding.



Larry, he was so proud, you know...



'cause Suzanne designed

the wedding rings...



all by herself.



You want me

to describe them for you?



They were round, and gold.



I mean, big fuckin' deal.



Come on, Suze, let's go!



I'll still never find

a guy like you, Dad.






We got a postcard from Suzanne...



every single day

that they were on their honeymoon.



And it very much surprised us

that they went to Florida...



because Suzanne was never one

to lie around the beach.



But Larry was very much

into boatlng and fishing...



and I think she just wanted

to make him happY.



- That's a pretty lady you got there.

- Yes, sir.



We've been married for four days

and    hours.



I wouldn't let her

out of my sight for very long.



Well, she can't go in the sun.



It's not good to tan

when you're on TV.



What show is she on?

Have I ever seen her?



Not yet, but you will.



Hi, honey.



Did you miss me?



Did you dream about me, baby?



It must've been a...



pretty successful honeymoon,

because when they came back they were--



- Radiant.

- Exactly. Radiant.



Larry took the money he was saving in

case he wanted to go back to college...



and put a down payment

on that condo at the Heights.



And he bought her

that pretty little Mustang.



- Hi. How are you?

- Come in!



All right. Come on.



So you thought Larry changed a lot

after he and Suzanne were married?



Totally! It was like suddenly

he went from Van Halen...



to Jerry Vale overnight.



She didn't have any--



She thought

she had taste, but--



Barquettes with leek chiffonade.



This is the dish that they serve...



in Johnny Carson's

favorite restaurant in Hollywood.



Well, hey, if it's

good enough for Johnny--



Well, was that

some meal or what?



I say Julia Childs

better watch her back...



or she'll be looking

for another job.



Well, I won't be doing this

every night.



I'm planning on starting this exercise

class so I can get rid of a few pounds.



From where? Your feet?



- On TV the camera adds five pounds.

- Is that true?



I didn't know that.

Did you know that?



Talking about exercise,

I gotta go.



I got a rehearsal...



at some god-awful hour

all the way over in Norwalk.



- What are you rehearsing?

- Janice has a job in the lce Follies.



They're going on tour in September.



- That's fabulous.

- Thanks.



I'm just one of

the chorus now, but--



Actually, I do skate

this one medley.



It's kind of a, you know, salute

to great TV shows.



I skate the Peggy Lipton part

in the Mod Squad number.



Peggy Lipton?




I get to wear a blonde wig.



How exciting.



They're talking about like

maybe a TV special this year or so--



Listen. Hang on, everybody.



Because, well, we've got...



a pretty important announcement

ourselves to make...



and I think congratulations

are in order.



Oh, honey.



Wait, wait, wait!

Cut, cut, cut!



It's not that.



- You're not--

- No, I'm not pregnant, for God's sake.



- Suzy's got a job.

- What?



Over at WWEN, the TV station.



The first woman they ever hired.

Isn't that right?



That's right.



Yep, our Suze is on her way now...



and nothing is gonna stop her.



Oh, honey, I'm proud of you.



That's great.



We're proud of you.



That's great.



- How are the newlyweds?

- They're doing great.



- Thanks, Sal.

- Yeah, cute kids.



- Aren't they just?

- Yeah.



- Did you like the barquettes?

- The what?



With the leek chiffonade.

Was it okay?



We never did 'em before...



but she showed us this recipe

in a book, so--



No problem.



I never told anyone...



even Joe.



So she couldn't cook.

There are worse crimes...



as we all know.



You're not anybody in America

unless you're on TV.



On TV is where we learn

about who we really are...



because what's the point

of doing anything worthwhile...



if nobody's watching?



And if people are watching,

it makes you a better person.



Marry me.

Mary, say yes.



I thought she was like

a goddess of some kind.



Like Lady Di

before she dumped the prince...



and went nudist and everything.



Suzanne bought me this dress,

which I hope to fit someday.



Suzanne Maretto was

a beautiful human being...



with real dreams and aspirations.



Suzanne used to say

"Opportunity is always knocking...



but if you aren't listening,

its knuckles get sore...



and it moves to another house."



Something like that.



She said that even on her honeymoon

she had Larry take her...



to this hotel in Florida

where there was going to be...



this kind of convention

of all these big-shot TV people...



that she'd read about

in a magazine.



Which, of course,

she didn't tell Larry...



because she didn't want

to maybe hurt his feelings about...



her attending to her career

while they were bonding sexually...



so to speak.



So the German reporter

says to the Hungarian editor...



"Of course she's always smiling.



She gets "faxed"

at least ten times a day."






Thank you.



I know that's a silly joke...



but it does illustrate

our central thesis today...



which is "Here and Now in the...



Fast-Moving Computer Age."



It's the--



In our fast-moving computer age...



it's the medium of television...



that joins together

our global community.



And it is the--



It is the television journalist

who serves as messenger...



bringing the world

into our homes...



and our homes into the world.



Thank you.



Thank you very much.



Thanks a lot.



- The point is, Miss--

- Stone.



That's a good name.



Now, that's a name

you can remember.



The point is, Suzanne...



if you want it bad enough

you'll get it...



but you gotta really want it.



You gotta be able to do things

that ordinary people wouldn't do.



You see what I'm saying?



I think so.



How about another of those?



- I don't know about that.

- Sweetheart?



Give us another all around.



Anyway, when I was at the network...



there was this gal from

some ten-watt station in the Midwest...



where she did the weather.



The weather.



So she comes up to New York...



in her best Donna Karan

dress-for-success knockoff...



blonde hair all done up

in a French twist...



and an audition tape

in her imitation leather briefcase...



along with a letter of introduction

from her station manager.



And it says...



"Please give your

most serious consideration...



to the bearer of this letter--"



Miss So-and-so.



"Who is of moderate intelligence...



who has some experience

in broadcasting...



and, more importantly...



who can suck your cock

until your eyes pop out."



And you know who that gal is?






Is that true?



It's true.



And here comes the best part.



- Yes?

- This is the best part.



About ten years ago,

I'm at some TV conference somewhere...



and I run into

that station manager...



and I congratulate him

on his letter-writing skills.



And he doesn't know

what I'm talking about.



Why doesn't he?



Because he didn't write

the letter.



Oh. Who did?



She did.

She wrote it herself.



Oh, I see.



It's good, isn't it?



- I watch your show all the time.

- Everybody does.






what do you think, Suzanne?



What do I think about what?






Hi, honey.



Where were you?



I couldn't sleep.



When I put out the sign

for a gal Friday...



I figured I'd be interviewing

a couple of high school dropouts...



who wouldn't mind going to the mall

and picking up doughnuts...



and emptying the ashtrays,

that kind of thing.



This is when we

first meet Gangbusters.



That's what George and I

called Suzanne.



Not to her face, of course.



Mr. Grant, I am the woman

you are looking for.



My name is

Suzanne Stone Maretto...



but I plan to use Suzanne Stone

as my professional name.



I'd like you to look over

my resume...



which details

both my educational background...



and my references

in the media field.



I can make you a solemn promise

that I will be...



dedicated and committed

to this job.



Hang on a second.



We're only looking for someone

to answer the mail, run errands.



Minimum pay, no benefits.



Money is not my main concern.



I just want a chance

to contribute something.



I think you'll find I have

very valuable ideas about programming.



Whoa! No!



You're not hearing what I'm saying.

Take a look around you.



I mean, Suzanne, we're talking

local cable station here.



I just want a chance

to get my foot in the door.



Everybody has to start somewhere.



Do you know where

Edward R. Murrow started?



No, I don't.



No. Well, neither do I offhand.



I don't think it was

at the top, do you?



I live only five minutes from here.



I will be willing and eager...



to respond to any newsworthy

emergency you put in front of me.



Mr. Grant, this is a dream

I have had all my life.



I will do anything to get this job.



This is my associate George.



Pleased to meet you, George.



Well, we'll think about it.



I believe that my assets--



I said we'll think about it!



And we will.



Thank you.



I believe that

in our fast-moving computer age...



it is the medium of television that

joins together the global community...



and it is the television journalist

who serves as messenger...



bringing the world into our homes

and our homes into the world.



It has always been my dream

to become such a messenger.



I look to you, gentlemen, now...



to make that dream...



a reality.



Jesus Christ.






Fuckin' gangbusters.



- Come on back to bed.

- I gotta go to work.



- Ten minutes.

- I gotta go.



- Five minutes.

- I gotta put my face on.



- Put your face on me. Two minutes.

- Take your hand away.



Come, Walter.



The dog was a cute little thing,

wasn't it?



She was crazy about that dog.



It was darling.



Oh, hello!



She named it Walter...



after Walter--



Is it "Cronkite"?

The guy who used to be on TV.



I think he was Dan Rather's

uncle or something.



It was like a hair ball puked up

by some demon from hell.



There wasn't much to do.



Most of the time she just sat

over there and worked on her file...



her idea file.



She had so many ideas.



This is the presentation on that idea

with me going to local movie theaters...



talking to the people coming out

to see what they really think.



An actual...



vox populae, if you know the term.



Here's the memo on that children's show

with me as the hostess...



and the live, in-studio animals.



Look it over tonight.

Give me your thoughts in the morning.



A couple of pages outlining that concept

for interviewing everyday citizens...



like mailmen,

school crossing guards...



to inform our citizenry on what kind of

valuable services are available to them.



After a few months,

she wore me down.



I let her do the evening weather report,

which she was fine at.



Although with the preparation

she put into it...



you'd think

she was covering D-Day.



Six, five...



Six, five...



four, three...



two, one.



You're on!



Good evening

from the WWEN Weather Center.



Weather Center?



The heavy system

we were expecting...



moving down from the north

is not going to show up after all...



because the high pressure system...



is going to be moving

up to the north.



The temperature for tonight

will remain unseasonably cool...



with patches of fog in the morning

and probably--



Come on.

Let's have some quiet here.



The winds are at

seven to ten miles per hour.



Sunrise will be at  :  .



That's about It for your

up-to-the-minute weather report.



This is your

WWEN weather person saying...



I'll be with You again tomorrow evening,

rain or shine.



I never really gave a rat's ass

about the weather...



until I got to know Mrs. Maretto.



Now I take it very seriously.



If it rains...



or there's lightning or thunder...



or if it snows...



I have to jack off.



Oh, right. Sorry.



Today's guest, Mrs. Maretto...



is a representative

of our local television station, WWEN.



- On-air correspondent.

- I'm sorry?



Actually, I'm

an on-air correspondent.



Well, that's fine.



Anyway, Mrs. Maretto has asked

to have a few words with you.



I know that while I'm gone

you will give her your best attention.



Here's my best attention.



Did you say something, Russell?



No, Mr. Finlaysson, I didn't.



I didn't!



Well, first of all,

I would like to thank you all...



for extending me the courtesy

of your time and attention.



I got something to extend.



And I would like to say

that I hope you'll all be as excited...



about the project I'm here

to propose to you as I am.



First of all, I want to ask...



have any of you ever been

on television before?



Not counting home video,

of course.



No one?



I was!



- What's your name?

- Lydia Mertz.



And how did it happen

that you made this appearance?



It was down at Benson's Electronics.



They have this video camera

in the window...



and when you walk by

they take your picture.



Well, this may come

as a surprise...



but that is how some of our

most famous personalities started out--



just seeing what they

look like, accidentally.



- Is that true?

- Absolutely.



Now, I am producing

a television documentary...



about kids just like yourselves...



because it is teenagers like you...



who are the future of our nation.



And, after all, I used to be

a teenager myself once...



back in the Dark Ages.



I would like to find out

about your way of life--



how you feel

about your education...



how you feel

about things like peer pressure...



how you feel about drugs...



rap music.






Do we have to get permission slips

from our parents for this?



No, that wouldn't be necessary.



When'd your folks learn

to read and write?



Hey, read this, shitface.



All right.



I am going to put this list

on your bulletin board.



And any of you

who think this project...



would be as meaningful

as I know it can be...



put their names on it.



I would also like to thank you all...



for your interest.



- Everything settled then?

- Yes.



Well, then let's give

Mrs. Maretto our thanks...



and a round of applause.



Thank you.



Sign up.



I'd never really signed up

for anything before...



except an after-school

weight watchers program...



which I was asked to leave anyway

'cause they said I wasn't motivated...



and because I gained    pounds

in three weeks.



But this was different...



'cause it turned out to be

the most important thing I ever did.



Now, here's some advice,

Russell dear.



That nice Mrs. Maretto

is married to a boy...



whose father is a pillar

of the ltalian-American community...



and if he knew

how you had insulted...



his only beloved daughter-in-law...



he would make one phone call...



and a man with a big knife would show up

in the middle of the night...



and turn you into a eunuch.



You know what a eunuch is?

Of course you don't.



You can find it in the dictionary.



If you don't know how to spell it, you

can look it up under "nutless wonders."



So I'm thinking,

there must be some simple way...



for you to make it up

to Mrs. Maretto...



for your offensive behavior.



What do you think?



What is a eunuch?



I have to say

that the staff at WWEN...



I have to say

that the staff at WWEN...



responded with total enthusiasm

to my project...



and gave me excellent support...



both editorially and technically...



because I think they could sense

almost immediately...



that I was

onto something important...



in a sociological sense.



She must've taped

God-knows-how-many hundreds of hours...



with these three dorky kids...



who, from what I've seen, would have

a major struggle on their hands...



just reciting the days of the week

in proper order.



Forget about social insights.



Here, I'll show you.



This is 'Teens Speak Out" project,

tape one, take one.



I'm Suzanne Stone and these are--



Now, let's just saY something

in general about ourselves.



Like what?



What do you plan to do

with your future?



I don't exactly have a plan.



Well, you must have

aspirations of some kind.






A dream, a life goal.



I can tell you

Lydia's big life goal.



It's to fuck

the new kids on the block.



That's a dirty lie!



I don't want to hear language like that.

It is very offensive...



and it is unsuitable for broadcast

under FCC regulations.



- You got that?

- Yeah.



Anyways, it was Motley Crue.



All right, Lydia.



- Just for your information.

- What about you, James?



I think you get the point.



It's not exactly

Mike Wallace, eat your heart out."



But I have to say

I've never seen more persistence.



I once said to her--



What about we call it a night?



Just need to get

this reel cleaned up.



An hour, maybe two.

You go ahead. I'll lock up.



Don't you have that nice husband

waiting at home for you?



He knows how much

this means to me.



He works full-time at his dad's

restaurant, so he gets home real late.



Well, Suzanne, I sure pity

the person who says no to you.



No one ever does.



Why're you tyin' her up again?



Why is she fied up again?



Just leave her alone.



Untie yourself.



Leave her alone.

If she runs away--



As Scripture says,

God is alive.






That life, friends, is heaven.



Heaven is waiting for you.



See, nobody ever

called me that before.



All anyone ever called me was...



Jimmy or Jimbo or...



other stuff.



My mom told me

that I was named Jimmy...



after this old movie star

she liked...



named Jimmy Dean.






well, when anyone ever asked me,

I always said I was named Jim...



after Jim Morrison of The Doors...



'cause, you know...



he had this great kind of life...



just traveling around

and writing his songs...



and having women beg him

to do it to them...



even to take his...



"organ" out onstage.



That kind of life

I thought I'd like to have.



I bet he jumps her

all the time, you know?



Like after dinner, just bang,

right on the kitchen table.



Fuckin' during even.



Yeah. Maybe both.



Those skinny bitches,

they can't get enough of it.



They're always wanting it.

That's a medical fact.



It's because the nerves in their body

are all bunched up in their snatch.



They're all right up in there...



so they're all whack.



I don't think that's true.



What are you, a doctor?



She's a perfectly nice person.



You think she's gonna make you

a big movie star?



Just to be on TV

will be something nice.



It'd be something different.



I got something different

for you right here.



You're a disgusting pig.






You know what we should do?

We should get some money out of it.



- What makes you think she's got any?

- You shittin' me?



Her husband, Mr. Fuckin' Big Cock...



owns a fuckin' guinea restaurant,

all right?



Look at the car she drives.

Look at her fuckin' fingernails.



Big, red, sculpted, glossy nails.



She got plenty of money.

That's rich bitch stuff.



Yeah, maybe.



You think she's

some kind of hot shit.



- She just looks--

- What?






Come on. They're ready.



Kids, stop it.



- That's a real pretty outfit, honey.

- Thanks.



- You want one of these?

- No, thanks.



What about one of these?

You're goin' in the pool.



No, thanks.



He sure is great with those kids.



He's gotta stop eating that junk.

He's getting a rubber tire around him.



He'll make

a wonderful father someday.



He calls them love handles.

I call them flab.



- What about you?

- Me? You think I look fat?



No! What about the idea of kids?



That's what I mean.



Well, I love kids.

I absolutely love them, but...



a woman in my field with a baby

has two strikes against her.



- Say I'm in New York--

- New York?



Well, for instance.



And I'm suddenly called

on some foreign assignment...



like a royal wedding

or a revolution in South America.



You can't run from place to place

with your crew following...



and conduct serious interviews

with a big, fat stomach.



Or say you've already had the baby,

and you've got this blubber...



these boobs out to here.



It's just so gross.






- Excuse me.

- Nice.



You having a good time?



Well, I want to get out of the sun.



I have to go prepare my show.



I sure would like to have

a couple of them. What do you think?



What do you think?



I think if you wanted a baby-sitter

you should've married Mary Poppins.



Hi, Ed. Wake up, George.



Let's hit it.



Hi, everybody.



This is Suzanne Stone with your

late-nlght sign-off weather report...



from the WWEN Weather Center.



I don't think I need to tell you

that today was a hot one.



That old mercury

zoomed on up to   .



That's a record-breaking temperature

for this day.



Tomorrow promises to be

more of the same...



with relevant numbers

up in the   's...



humidity to match...



and maybe just a hint

of a breeze or two.



Won't be much help with this heat,

the kind of heat...



that makes me want to head for that

swimming hole with my friend James...



strip off everything,

including my panties...



which you can see

right fhrough anyway...



and poke my soft, pink tongue

in his mouth...



and slide my hand way up

the inside of his leg...



until he's so hot

that he rolls over on top of me...



and I'm yelling, "James,"

his name.



What are you doing to me...



with your big, fat, hard--



Oh, Jesus.



Listen to me, Larry.



So she finishes

her little docudrama...



whatever the fuck it is.



She sends it off to someone in New York,

and while she's waiting for an answer...



you should, forgive the expression,

knock her up.



Knock her up and then-- Whoa!



Los Angeles? What does Los Angeles

got to do with it?



A course in what?



Advanced media?



Advanced bullshit!



Look, I'm sorry.

You're my brother.



I know you love her

and want her to succeed...



but sometimes, man,

you just gotta say no.



What do you mean, how?

N-O, that's how.



Comes to the right of the key,

throws up a hook shot.



It's good!



The score is again tied

here in the first half at the Palace.



With the ball--






What are you doin'?



Just sitting here,

waiting for you.



I asked you to please keep your feet

off the coffee table.



- We got to talk about some things.

- What kind of things?



I think you know.



No, I don't.



Can't this wait until tomorrow?

I'm really tired.






No, I don't think it can wait.



Sit down.

We're gonna talk about this stuff.



I think we got this great future

ahead of us.



I just want to make sure we both

understand what the priorities are.



I think Pop's gonna let me

take over managing the restaurant.



And I got a lot of exciting ideas...



like introducing

some new menu items...



bringing in live music

on the weekends...



and maybe even one night a week...



open house for

local singers and comics...



which you, with your TV background,

could help me with.



You know,

maybe shooting the acts...



and then maybe selling the tapes...



which you could edit yourself

back to the performers.



I talked to my folks about it,

and they thought it'd be a great idea.






And, believe me, I am not selling short

what you're doing now.



I mean, the weather report stuff...



which you're really good at.



But let's face facts.



It's probably not gonna...



Iead to any big network offers.



Now, this way...



we could be working together

in both our respective fields...



doing what a family

is supposed to be doing.



A family, that's what

I'm talking about.



What do you think?



I'll think about it.



It's true that the road

my husband and I chose to travel on...



was paved with many speed bumps.



Larry said he would never stand

in my way, whatever happened.



But the word failure"

is not part of my vocabulary.



My commitment to my career

or my marriage, or whatever...



has always been     percent.



Regardless of how fast I was growing

in my vocation...



I would never leave Larry behind.



The word divorce"

was never mentioned.



What do you think?

Like the color?



- Yeah.

- It doesn't make me look fat?



I think I'm gonna get it.



Mr. Maretto is going to--



Yeah, right.



Let me tell you something.



- No, you wouldn't understand.

- Maybe I would.



Well, you grow up, you know.



You think it's all gonna be

like a fairy tale.



Like you're Sleeping Beauty

and along comes this Prince Charming.



And he looks at you

and it's nighttime.



And he smiles at you

and kisses you.



Yeah, I know that story.



And then...



you wake up...



and it's daylight...



and you look at him.



When you work all day,

trying to perfect yourself...



and create something meaningful,

you expect support.



Does anyone ever say,

"Did you have a good shoot today?"



Or "How's the editing going?"



I guess not.



I mean, the point is...



Larry is a nice guy, you know...



but he just doesn't know

a thing about television.



Let's get outta here.



Mrs. Maretto bought me

lots of nice stuff...



Mrs. Maretto bought me

lots of nice stuff...



like this ankle bracelet,

for instance...



and a bottle

of real expensive perfume--



a "scent" she called it--



which I'm saving

for a special occasion.



No one ever really

bought me stuff before...



except my mom's boyfriend Chester...



who got me for my birthday

when I was   ...



a bottle of something called

Garden of Eden body oil...



which he said would be good

for my skin...



and which he wanted

to show me how to use...



which I let him do.



He did other things for a while.



When I was    I got this mild case of

T. B. and he wasn't interested anymore.



You just have to block that

out of your memory...



like some scary TV movie

where you just change the channel...



and pretend like it never happened.



Before you know it, the whole thing

will be like a bad dream.



Anyway, my mom keeps this gun

hidden in her closet...



'cause of all

the sex fiend killers around.



And one time, I told him

if he didn't leave me alone...



I'd get it out

and I'd shoot him.



I mean, he didn't give me

any more trouble or anything.



Now I guess I wish

I hadn't told her all that...



'cause maybe it put

some ideas in her mind.



I don't know.



I just told her stuff I'd never told

anyone, because she was my friend.



She was my only real friend.



Where are you going?



I told you, hon.



Pop and I are going

to the trade show in Freeport.



- We're leaving from the restaurant.

- Yeah. Right.



- Look, are you going to be okay?

- Sure.



Will you think about

what we talked about?



I have been.



That's great, hon,

because I believe...



I got something here

that's really gonna work.



You know who I want

with me by my side?



- Who?

- "Who"? My best girl, that's who!



My beautiful little lady.



I left a phone number on the fridge.

And don't forget to lock the garage.






You know what

I'm thinkin', Larry?



Why don't we get some artificial

plants for the restaurant?



Good idea.



- Then we don't have to water them.

- Exactly.



Come on, Liddy.



I can't do this,

Mrs. Maretto.



Of course you can.



You just have to let your

natural sense of rhythm take over.



I don't think I have

one of those.



- She really stinks at this.

- Here.



Watch me.

Watch me.



Watch my hips.



You can do that.



Can't you?



- I can't do that.

- Of course you can !



You just have to move.

Move your body.



Come on.



Come on. Relax.




You're like a stick.



- I can't do this.

- Move your hips.



No, I gotta sit down.

This is makin' me feel all funny.



Come on, James.



Come on.



Come on, James.



I'm dancing.



- Would you do me an enormous favor?

- Sure. What?



Walter hasn't been out

for hours.



Would you take him

for a walk around the block?



- Yeah. Sure.

- I'm gonna go upstairs.



Take my sweater off.



It's really hot in here.



When you come back,

I'll fix us something to eat.



And, Liddy?



Don't let him come back until

he's done his business, okay?



Like a good little boy.



I'm back.






I have to use the bathroom.



It was like I was

in one of those--



Okay, you know those great movies where

everyone is comin' out of their graves?



With like

half their faces missing...



and their eyes hanging out

and their lips falling off?



You know those?



And they're all

walking around...



real slow like this.



They're all walking like this

and kind of grunting.



And they're all looking

for the same thing.



For regular live people,

to eat their flesh...



and drink their blood and all.



Smile. Smile.



And they can 't

help themselves...



'cause they're dead...



and that's just what happens.



That's what I felt like.



You gotta tell me

what's wrong, please.



James, do you think about me

when we're not together?



All I do is think about you.



When I'm not with you,

I'm not alive.



Mrs. Maretto...



you're the best thing

that ever happened to me.



- I can't do this anymore.

- What?



I can't go home every night

and have him try to touch me.



And all the time

I'm just thinking about you.



About us.



And when I push him away,

he has this temper.



What do you mean?



Does he hurt you?



There were these women,

you know...



on the Sally Jesse Raphael Show

the other day...



and they were all wearing disguises

so their husbands couldn't find them.



They were living in shelters, and

I thought I could live in one of them.



If they let me bring Walter with me,

I could live in one of them.



Someplace in another state

where no one even knows who I am.



Look. Couldn't you

just get a divorce?



- And then--

- But then he would get the condo.



And he'd get the car.

And he'd take Walter from me!



He'd take Walter.



I know you think

I'm just a kid, but...



I could never do

anything bad to you...



or ever hurt you.



A guy that does that

to someone like you...



doesn't deserve to live.



That's the truth.

He doesn't deserve to live.



No. I suppose you're right.



He doesn't.



Oh, fuck!

I love this song!



Don't you love this song?



I don't know.



Mrs. Maretto used to let me

drive around in her car...



even though I didn't have

a learner's permit.



'Cause she said when she'd be living

in California and doing her TV shows...



she'd make me her personal assistant,

and I'd have to drive her places...



and help her answer

her personal fan mail.



I guess this is the

most exciting time of my life.



It was like living

in a really great movie...



except it was kind of X-rated on account

of all the sex stuff, you know.



Hey. Don't stop.



You didn't answer my question.



What question was that?



Did you talk to Russell?



Yeah, I did.



What did he say?



He wants a thousand dollars.



- Is that all?

- And some CDs.



- Did you get the gun?

- No, not yet.



- Why not?

- I don't know.



I guess I thought

you'd ask Lydia or--



I can't ask Liddy. You have to.

Don't you understand?



I guess so,

but I thought--



Do you want me to keep doing

what I was doing?



- Yeah, please.

- Okay.



Then you have to do

what you have to do.



- So when will it happen?

- Please don't--



- I just want to know when.

- Let's just do this.



I don't know.

Whenever. Jesus.



If you don't know,

I'll have to find somebody who does.



Aw, Mrs. Maretto,

you have to understand.



No. I think I do understand.



Obviously you're not the mature

individual that I thought you were.




I just had a thought.



- Maybe a better way to go on the thing.

- What's that?



- Russell.

- What about him?



Russell's enough of a man

to take charge of the situation.



- Well--

- He looks at me in a certain way.



I think he'd be very appreciative

of what I could do for him.



What do you think?



I think we could

probably do it next week.



Is that soon enough?



Would you really

do that for me, James?






And then we can be together.



And you can sleep over.



And we could do

anything we wanna do.



- Anything?

- Yeah.






Got it?



Got it?



Stand back,

tell me if it's straight.



Oh, it looks great.



Hey, Walter!









Come on, boy.

Let's go for a walk.












Hi, everybody.



- This is Suzanne Stone, live.

- What do you want?



Don't fuckin' move.



Just take whatever you want

and get out.



Come on, Jimmy. Now!






Just wait.



Take the watch.

It's a Rolex.



I know it's a fucking Rolex.

Think it's the first time I've seen one?



Gimme your fuckin' chain.

Gimme your chain.



As you've probably noticed,

it's been another beautiful evening...



with just a slight chill

in the air...



and those autumn temperatures

right about where they should be.



Now, Jim.

Do it.



- No, please.

- Give me your ring.



- My ring?

- Give it to me.



I can't give you my ring.



My wife will kill me.



She'd kill you?

Suzanne would kill you?



You know my wife?



Jimmy, now.



Fuckin' now, asshole!

Do it!



God, forgive me.



So, for the next few days

it should be...



just about perfect

for boat season weather.



That's about it for tonight.

I'm Suzanne Stone saying--



And if you'll allow me,

just a personal note.



A special greeting

to my husband Larry...



on this, our first anniversary.



Good night, honey.



Come on !












Looks like a little dirt.

Who knows?



- And this.

- What?



Don't know.



Feels like pieces of shell.



- Janice Maretto?

- Yeah, that's me.



Telephone call at the desk.









Thank you.



Hey, wake up!



We're open right now!



All Saturday night around the clock.



Anything upset him

at the restaurant?



Some guy come in and drink too much,

or say something to him?



Five-piece, all-wood dinettes

in Colonial, oak and white.



Your choice,    .



Complete king bed set--

mattress, box, frame--    .



- That's Tom Peterson.

- And Gloria Stewart.



And that concludes

our broadcast day at WWEN.



Your communitY access station

serving Little Hope...



and the greater

Hope County area.



You don't have to talk to those people

if you don't want to.



That's what surprised me.



That he didn't put up

much of a fight.



I mean, for a guy

with such a mean temper.



When I was standing

in the hall...



with the gun...



I was trying to keep

from being too nervous...



by thinking about

Mrs. Maretto...



and how we'd be together

for the rest of our lives.



Let us take leave

of our brother.



Living in Callfornia,

Florida, somewhere...



Iying around on beaches

where everyone goes topless...



and working on her TV show.



When the love of Christ,

which conquers all things...



destroys even death itself.



All by myself



Don't wanna be

all by myself






I just knew.



I don't know why I knew.

I just-- I just knew.



It was like a light just went off

in my head, and I knew she'd--



I knew she just got rid of him.



Just got in her way.






Then I didn't see her again.

That was the last time I saw her.






I'm sorry.

Could we--



Could we stop for a second?



- What do you want, Liddy?

- Just to talk.



I'm really busy right now.

What do you want to talk about?



- What we're gonna do!

- We?



You and me and Jimmy.



- I'm scared.

- There's nothing to be scared about.



You and I and Jimmy are gonna stay

miles away from each other.



Well, he's here.




Shit! Where?



Across the street.



Jesus Christ!

Get in here.



Get in here quick!



Now you listen to me.

You tell James to stay away, all right?



What is the matter with you people?

Don't you ever watch Mystery Theater?



He says that he needs to see you

and that he's dying of love.



Tell him to call a doctor.



And Russell wants

his money and his CDs.



Really? You tell Russell

if he doesn't keep his mouth shut...



he's gonna be playing his

goddamn CDs in the gas chamber!



What else?

What do you want?



Just to be like before,

like we were.



Lydia, we can't be like we were.



We have to forget

we ever knew each other.



Go on, get outta here.



What about the Tv show

in California and everything?



Jesus, Liddy.

Get real.






- Did you tell her I love her?

- Yes, I did.



She said you were sick

and you needed to see a doctor.



Hello, Suzanne.



How's it goin'?



I'm real unhappy I haven't been able

to give you an exclusive on everything.



- Pardon?

- The competing news markets...



are clamoring for attention, and

I have to consider future possibilities.



- Of course. I understand absolutely.

- Good.



I need to collect my tapes.



With all the publicity,

I've decided to finish my documentary--



- There's gonna be a slight problem.

- Problem?



- The cops took 'em.

- What do you mean?



- They came and took 'em away.

- Why would they do that?



- They said it was standard procedure.

- But those tapes belong to me!



Technically speaking,

those tapes actually belong to us.



I mean, to the station,

until such time--



I'll show you the section that peaked

the cops' interest, you might say.



Today we're talking about

sexually transmitted diseases...



and teenage attitudes

toward them.



Would anyone like

to start it off?



Personally, I'm against them.



Let's see if we can be

more specific.



What do you think of

when I say the word "AIDS"?



- Queers.

- Perversion.



The Hershey Highway.



Settle down, children.



What about you, Liddy? Supposing

you were in a sexual relationship?



Would you expect that person

to wear a condom?



I don't know.



I guess it would depend on, you know,

what kind of person he was.



Yeah, a blind person.



How about you, James?

Are you personally concerned about AIDS?



Well, in my present situation--



Well, in the relationship I got goin',

I don't worry about that type of thing.



She's not that kind of person.



She's very clean.



That's the piece Geraldo used

with some minor editing.



It was on First Edition

and American Justice.



We made a few bucks on this one,

and got a nice credit.


            the Holy Spirit,

I want you to bow down...



Arms straight up.



Thank you, Jesus.

Thank you for my life.



Think a llttle bit about Your llfe.

Think about what you can part with.



A dollar? Ten dollars?

A hundred dollars?



How important is Jesus

in your life?



As you can imagine...



I was shocked

beyond comprehension.



I mean, to think that these

disadvantaged youngsters...



who I had taken under my wing

and spent my time with...



and who would only stand to ultimately

benefit from my media savvy...



to think they might be responsible

for this heinous crime!



It simply boggles one

with disbelief.



Of course, I realized,

and I hope this doesn't sound callous...



that the upside to all this,

assuming justice prevailed...



is that I would have in my documentary

an extremely marketable commodity.



Something that even PBS

would take an interest in...



which would mean a smaller audience

but a much larger prestige factor.



- Want to tell us about it?

- I got nothin' to tell.



- Your friend Russell told us plenty.

- Like what?



He said your dick

was bigger than your brain.



Oh, yeah?

He really said that?



I don't think he meant it

as a compliment.



- Fuckin' amateurs.

- Who?



Listen, as career criminals...



you guys flunk out

of kindergarten.



Your prints are on the gun.



Your pal left a trail of clam shells

all over the murder scene.



You boys did everything

but leave a business card.



There's Larry Maretto's blood

all over those shoes you wore.



And pieces of Larry's brains.



He, he, he used to

beat her up all the time.



- He said he was gonna kill her.

- I'm sure he did.



We were going

to California 'cause...



she said I had real potential

in TV 'cause of my voice.



- Doing what with your voice?

- Sports.



Like being a sports announcer.



When did you start bangin' her?



- It wasn't like that.

- What was it like?



It was just--



We were--



You were what?



In love.



We were in love.



How many times? How many times

did you do it, you and Mrs. Maretto?



I don't know.



- Lots, I guess.

- Where?



In her bed?

ln her and her dead husband's bed?



Yeah, sometimes.



Where else?



In her car.



- In her car.

- Yeah.



And once at school.



Jesus Christ.

At school, huh?



Yeah. In the back of the gym.



And once late at night at the station

where she does her weather reports.



And twice at the motel

on Piedmont.



 h, and the back

of Russell's truck.



And the movie theater

on Hayworth.



Oh, a couple times

at her parents' house...



when they were away

on some vacation or something.






also in the field

behind the gas station.



Probably where you get

your doughnuts and coffee.



It's close.



Hi, Liddy.



Is it my imagination,

or is that diet working?



You lost a few pounds in there?



I don't know. I haven't

been eating much lately.



What's this about

talking to the police?



I just figured that Russell

would tell them everything, so--



Look. No one's gonna believe

anything Russell or Jimmy say.



TheY're just a couple of punks.



They wouldn't be in this deep shit

if theY'd kept their mouths shut.



There's no evidence that we're involved.

I wasn't near the house.



And if they did find out anything,

you know who'd be in trouble, don't you?



- You would!

- What do you mean?



If you hadn't gotten your mother's gun,

Larry would still be alive.



- But you asked me to.

- No, I didn't.



No. Jimmy did.

Don't you remember that?



But you asked Jimmy,

and you told Russell that you'd pay.



I don't think so.



Now you listen to me.



I never gave Russell any money.

Do you understand?



The way I remember, it was your plan

all along. You and Jimmy!



You had a fixation about me, and you

were getting a perverted kick out it...



like people with your

sexual problems tend to do.



Russell went along with you because

Russell is an evil fucking scumbag!



Who, I'll bet, you were having

some kind of dirty sex with...



in spite of your

lesbian tendencies.



- Wait a minute!

- Wait for what?



I thought we were friends.



Okay, then.



Can you take some advice

from a friend?



You keep your

fuckin' mouth shut.



It's their word against mine.

Who are they?



A bunch of   -year-old losers

who grew up in trailers...



whose parents sit around drinking

and screwing their cousins.



I'm a professional person,

for Christ's sake.



I come from a good home.



Who do you think

a jury would believe?



Thank God we still have

legal procedures in this country.



The court has ruled this is

a clear case of police entrapment.



The tapes were found to be

inadmissible evidence.



My client was granted bail in the amount

of $       which we felt was steep...



but at least she'll be able to assist us

in the preparation of her defense.



Do you have a statement?

You have something you'd like to say?



- Suzanne, please say something.

- I just want to say...



it's nice to live

in a country...



where life, liberty...



and all the rest of it

still stand for something.



- Thank you.

- What are you gonna do now?



I'm gonna go home

and walk my dog.



- How will you address the questions?

- Will you take the stand?



Did you get those kids

to kill your husband?



I loved Larry Maretto...



with all my heart.



But the fact is...



my husband had

a serious cocaine problem.






I've said it.

I've finally said it.



I believe that while

I was making my documentary...



"Teens Speak Out"...



James and Russell became acquainted

with my husband without me knowing...



and got him addicted to drugs...



and became his main supplier.



And when he tried to break free of them

or maybe when he told them...



he was thinking of turning them in

to the law...



they killed him.



I had no intention

of revealing thls dark side...



of my late husband's character...



because I wanted to spare

his parents the pain.



But I just don 't have

a choice any more.



I have to defend myself

with the truth.



There were times when--



And I know someday

when my fight is over...



I will be joining my husband...



in the heaven that

he so fervently believed in.



And that was the last time we--



- The last time we saw her.

- And that--



That pretty well

brings us up to date.



Until your phone call, which I

must say wasn't entirely unexpected...



since in the last few days a number

of interesting offers for my story...



have been literally pouring in

from the networks...



and some major movie studios.



I totally understand why we'll be

keeping this meeting confidential...



until such time as we may come

to a mutually beneficial agreement.



And I have to admit...



that I really do enjoy...



this spy story aspect of our first

rendezvous, if I may call it that.



Because I think that being

a good investigative reporter...



is very much like being

a kind of secret agent.



I hope you enjoy

viewing this document...



which I believe could serve

as the first draft...



that you Hollywood people

are so richly rewarded for.



Well, I guess that's a wrap.



Come on, Walter.



- Suzanne?

- Yes.




The famous Suzanne Maretto.



How nice to meet you.



Did you come all the way

from Hollywood?



I came a long distance

to see you.



Who's this?



This is Walter.




Hi, Walter.



I don't know why,

but I thought that you'd be older...



running a big studio

and everything.



I am older.



Come on out.

I want to show you something.



I brought my tape.



Let's go.

Let's go for a walk.



Oh, dear.

Where are we going?



To show you.






It has to do with your story.

It is so funny.



I don't see why we have to go.



- This is for you.

- Thank you very much.



It sure looks good.

Thanks, Mrs. Maretto.






I understand.



Thank you.



I'll be here...



every day for life.



Plus thirty years,

if I live that long.



Plus thirty years,

if I live that long.



Russell copped a plea

and got only    years.



I miss him.



He was my friend.



And Lydia too.

She was okay.



Mostly Mrs. Maretto.



And the weird thing is...



now it's hard for me to even

remember what she looked like.



You know?



Except when I dream about her...



which I do every night.



I dream I'm at

a baseball game...



and I'm way up

in the broadcasting booth.



And I'm callin' all the plays.



And she's sittin'

right next to me...



with her hand on my leg,

feelin' me up.



I can hardly wait

to get to sleep at night.



Suzanne used to say that you're

not really anybody in America...



unless you're on Tv.



'Cause what's the point

of doing anything worth while...



if there's nobody watching?



So when people are watching,

it makes you a better person.



So if everybody was on TV

all the time...



everybody would be

better people.



But if everybody was on TV

all the time...



there wouldn't be

anybody left to watch.



That's where I get confused.



Anyhow, they're flying me

to go on Oprah next weekend.



I hope she's gonna give me

some diet tips.



And Phil Donahue called too.



But to tell you the truth,

I'm kinda nervous about that one...



'cause I honestly can't follow

what he's sayin' most of the time.



There's some others too

that I can't remember off hand.



But it's really something

when you think that...



I'm the one

who's gonna be famous.



Suzanne would die if she knew.



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