once.
Hi. Good morning.
Would you like some breakfast?
Uh... Eggs Benedict and ham?
Sit down. Please.
Coffee?
No milk, huh?
There you go.
Okay.
Looks like Monica Lewinsky
isn't going to
get a job in New York
for the time being.
Can't you avoid the fucking seminar?
I don't give a fuck
if Monica can't find a job.
Does fucking Monica care if my back
hurts from milking those fucking cows?
Does she fucking care that I have to
clean up other people's shit
in the fucking post office?
You think losing your fucking job
when you're about to retire is a big
deal, don't you, Coleman? I mean...
No... I hate to tell you,
but it ain't!
Having your stepfather put his fingers
in your cunt, that's a big deal.
Having your husband come up
behind you with an iron pipe
and hit you in the fucking head,
that is a fucking big deal!
Having your two kids
suffocating and dying!
That is a big fucking deal!
Don't you ever fucking
talk to me about that.
Because you don't fucking know!
I knew I shouldn't have stayed.
I knew I shouldn't have stayed.
It was a mistake.
It was a big mistake.
Even whores know better.
They know.
Men don't pay you to sleep with them.
They pay you to fucking go home.
Hey, there.
Hey, Prince.
Yeah, it's me.
You remember me, don't you?
It's Faunia.
Did you forget me?
I wanted to come and see you,
but I couldn't.
Hi.
I haven't seen you in...
it must be three, four, months.
Prince missed you.
He got out the other day.
The other birds attacked him.
They would've killed him.
He doesn't have the right voice.
It's because he's hand-raised.
He's been hanging around
people like us all his life.
A crow that doesn't know
how to be a crow.
The first time I tried,
it was a month after they died.
I got all dressed up.
Even my mother
would have been proud.
You know I called her?
I did.
Called her to tell her
my kids were dead.
Mom, it's Faunia.
Twenty years.
No call for twenty years.
She said, "Oh, I don't know anybody
by that name" and hung up.
Bitch.
Why did they have to
break the door down?
Even the nurse said, she said later,
there wasn't a heartbeat.
Not when they first showed up.
Not a heartbeat.
Why couldn't they let me die?
Couldn't even get that right, could I?
No.
I think I made a mistake this morning.
Faunia Farley,
custodial staff, you know?
Just, uh... just doing my thing.
So where were you?
- I was starting to get worried.
- I walked around. Went to a movie.
Listen, I'm...
I'm sorry.
Everything that I said,
and everything that I did, I...
You were right.
What happened to me is nothing.
No. You lost everything.
You lost your wife, you lost your job.
They took your life away from you
over a stupid, pissy little word.
- That's not nothing.
- Maybe.
I don't think
you can measure sorrow.
Yeah
I brought you these.
They're doughnuts.
They're from the...
from the doughnut store. Jelly.
Listen, if you don't want me,
if you want me to go, you know,
then I understand that because...
I understand and I won't blame you.
- What are you smiling at?
- Just so happy to see you.
Same here.
I'm happy, too.
Listen, there's something
I need to tell you.
It seemed impossible to me
that someone as vital as Coleman
could have been killed in
what the police called,
a freak accident.
The more I thought I about it,
the more I began to feel that
Coleman and Faunia could not
have died without the presence,
somewhere nearby,
of Lester Farley and his pickup truck.
At what point did you get in
your truck that morning?
Before sunup.
- Why did you get in your truck?
- To get him.
- To get who?
- The Jew professor.
- Why were you going to get him?
- Because I had to.
You were going to kill him?
Oh, yes. All of us.
That was the plan.
- There was planning, then.
- There was no planning.
- Uh, but you knew what you were doing.
- Yes.
But you didn't plan it?
No.
- Did you think you were back in Vietnam?
- No Vietnam.