and insensitive!
Don't get holy because
you've endangered your life for no reason!
You can let yourself out.
No! I'm not leaving you here alone
with them in the house. No way, babe.
Then sleep on the sofa.
The guest rooms are taken!
Hi.
Anise?
Could you call my housekeeper and tell
her I have guests, so she's not alarmed?
All right, just to make this fair...
to make sure there's no suspicion...
I'm going to allow the little lady to deal.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Deal, honey.
That seems fair.
Shuffle them up.
She's gotten better.
Okay. Why don't you deal?
- I'm going to raise $10.
- $10, okay.
I'll stay, you've taken half my paycheck.
But if you win, I'll work for you for a week.
Crybabies never win, lady.
Shut up. You can barely see over the table.
I may not be able to see over the table,
but I have the other half of your paycheck.
- Bill?
- It's the missus!
Trina?
Trina, I'm home!
What is going on?
Open the door, please!
Open the door!
Why was the door locked?
- The child must have done it.
- Yeah.
- How's the gentleman?
- He's really sick.
Yeah, he's really...
I only saw him for a second this morning.
And, I went in there, and he was just...
God, he's all sweating and everything.
I just kept running by there today.
I wouldn't even go in.
I'd just run by, and he'd be groaning
and making all sorts of noises...
Kind of freaks me out.
- Do you smoke cigars?
- Yeah.
- I wish you wouldn't in my home.
- Yeah. I understand that.
That's reasonable.
See, I don't usually smoke cigars.
It's just that my friend had a baby.
Your dad sure ate a lot
for someone who doesn't feel well.
Well, he's like a camel with a hump.
You know how camels
keep food and water in their humps?
Only his hump is his stomach.
I'm sure he feels awful, but
when you've a chance to load the hump...
you load the hump. That's our philosophy.
You're a smart little girl.
I'm very smart. I know a lot of stuff.
Do you know how to read?
Sure.
I can also do math
and spell extremely large words.
Like "asphyxiate?"
- Yeah. A-S-P-H-Y-x...
- Try a small one.
Excuse me?
Spell "cat."
I will later.
How about right now?
I can't.
Just as I thought.
- Hi.
- What's going on?
- I'm recuperating...
- Knock it off!
- What are you doing with that little girl?
- What do you mean?
Has she ever been to school?
- Briefly, from time to time.
- She's completely ignorant.
She's not ignorant.
- She's illiterate.
- That's not ignorant.
You're using her, aren't you?
- No, ma'am.
- Liar.
You use her in your little cons.
It's pathetic. It's criminal.
I guess it's time to go.
Go ahead. You're not taking her.
- You're going to stop me?
- The police will.
You're going to call the police?
You're not taking her out of here.
You're leaving, and she's staying.
- You don't know a thing about this.
- I know neglect when I see it.
- She's not neglected.
- She's abused.
- I am very serious, Mr. Dancer.
- Kiss my ass, lady.
I've raised that kid from a baby.
We've beat worse things
than some do-good, high-rise legal eagle...
with a jones for arms-length social reform.
Now step aside, before I throw
your pampered ass in the closet.
You don't scare me.
I've got nothing to lose but that kid.
You try taking that kid away from me,
I'm going to knock your damn head off.
If you love her...
give her a chance.
Okay. How?
Does the state of Illinois
know what's right for her?
Sure, they'll teach her how to read,
and how to be a freak.
And when people bitch about welfare,
they'll be bitching about her.
Bill, you can't feed her.
You can't clothe her.
How do you know
she won't freeze to death...
or get beat up or kidnapped?
What if something happens to you,
and she ends up in the middle of nowhere?
I get by. I survive.
I've been doing it her whole life.
Where's her mother?
She's buried in Florida.
You want to know the rest of the story?
I'm not her father.
I met her mother one night in a bar.