good.
Sarah, don't get
carried-- Sarah!
What?
Sarah,
you're getting it
all over my face.
Do you have
a license, madam?
Oh, girl...
Sarah.
What?
Oh, Sarah.
You're gonna get me
all fucked up again.
Rudge told me
you were fucked up.
I love how
you say fuck.
Sounds like tea
and crumpets
at the
Ritz Carlton.
I missed you.
I gotta tell
you something.
Something wonderful's
happened to me.
Wonderful!
That guy,
Houston Dyer...
a real man.
He's solid,
you know?
He's not like
any man I ever met.
He likes me.
He doesn't care
what I did before,
what I am,
who I am.
He makes me
so happy.
I can see.
Yeah, I guess
it shows.
Mine was a poetry
teacher at Bennington.
He was 30,
and I was 1 8.
I'm jealous of you, Rose.
I want what you have.
Shh.
Shh.
You're beautiful.
I love you.
Why?
Why?
Let me explain.
Shut up!
You!
Listen to me!
Rose!
Rose!
You stupid--
You!
Aah!
Oh, God!
Oh, baby,
I'm so sorry.
Oh, baby.
I love you, baby.
I love you so much.
Hold on.
Why can't you find him?
Rudge,
it's Bernie.
Do not--
Why can't
you find him?
Rose, excuse me!
Madeline,
go brush your hair.
Go brush your hair.
Why can't you find him?
I didn't lose him!
I ain't so sure!
Come on.
Where are you going?
If you can't find him,
I will .
We're leaving
tonight for Florida.
Hometown-- you're going
to show them all, right?
Step right up,
ladies and gentlemen.
See the show.
It's about to start.
Five minutes to show time.
Hey!
Hey.
Is there a dude
in here
by the name
of Houston Dyer?
Dyer?
Get out!
I hope your goddamn
chickens die!
You lousy farmers!
What the hell
was that?
Did you see her hair?
Oh, God, I was
such a good lay.
How could he leave me?
Mal, what's
wrong with me?
Nothing.
Should've...
I should've gone
to college.
Wait a minute, fella.
Whoa!
[Honking]
I'll clear the area.
[Honk]
Ah, to hell
with him.
I don't give a damn
about him anyway.
You positive?
Nope.
What do we do now?
There's only one
thing left to do.
What's that?
Go home.
Did you find her?
No.
The only thing
I do have
is she and the kid
tore up Memphis
looking for Dyer.
They never went back
to the hotel.
Black coffee, honey.
She better
show tonight,
or I'll break her
fucking feathers for her.
God, look at this.
Oh, lord.
Feels funny, huh?
It sure feels funny.
It look littler?
You said it.
Littler and poorer...
and dirtier...
and meaner.
This is where
I went to high school.
The football field.
Got me some memories
of the football field.
This is the vacant lot
where I got
my first kiss.
Eddie Pompadour
was his name.
Eddie Pompadour?
Eddie fucking
Pompadour, dear.
I was 1 2 years old.
His name wasn't
Eddie Pompadour,
but I called him that
because he had this
Elvis Presley complex.
It went to his hair.
There was a swoop in the front.
I thought
he was it, man.
See that?
That's my house
over there.
Yeah?
Yeah.
See those two people
in the yard?
That's my
mother and father.
Come on, man,
let's go.
Can you get
the phone?
Can't you get it?
What a wonderful answer!
Oh, there's
Leonard's Grocery!
You feel like
a Dr. Pepper?
Sure.
Is there something
I can do for you?
Don't you know
who I am?
Nope.
I can't say I do.
Give me a Moon Pie
and a Dr. Pepper,
Mr. Leonard.
Oh, it's MaryJo--
Rose Foster!
How you been,
Mary Rose?
What brings you
back to these parts?
Jeez!
Maybe next time
you'll know who I am.
I am the Rose.
The Rose!
My God,
this is her!
Look at her.
It looks exactly
like her.
I don't believe it!
49 is good.
49, please.
51 , please.
Check, one, two.
Send.
Test.
O.K., that's good.
Check the crossover,
then bring it up around 300.
Boost, bottom.
Boost, test.
O.K., that seems real close.
We need more volume.
Will you show 53 up?
Thank you.
I checked out
every hospital
and sheriff's
office
from here
to Memphis.
She'll be here.
I'm worried
about her, man.
Don't