Frankensteinbeck - 9.4.01
(Paul catches up with Rose, who is ran out of the birthday party.)
Paul: Gettin' some good use out of that one. Glad I brought it.
Rose: Oh! It's a nice hanky. It's very easy on the nose.
Paul: Well, Rose, I just wish you could be easy on yourself.
Rose: I guess I should be used to having the rug pulled right out from underneath me. I would like to thank you for what could have been a very perfect evening. And you've been a perfect gentleman. I just wish I didn't ruin it by doing the 100-yard dash out of the dining room.
Paul: Yeah, I think you might have set a record.
Rose: It's just birthdays, you know. They get you all worked up in this emotional stuff. And I didn't expect the Jersey bunch to show up, dropping in like a bunch of Atlantic City commandos.
Paul: They're a great bunch of people, Rose.
Rose: Yeah, well, they are. Who am I foolin'? They're my people. Were - are - I don't know. I'm sorry, I hope - I hope I didn't embarrass you. I'm going to go.
Paul: What? So that's it?
Rose: Um - no. I'll - I'll dry clean this. And then I’ll bring it back to you, okay? I'll have somebody drop it off.
Paul: No. You're not going anywhere, not till I have a chat with the real Rose D'Angelo.
Rose: So you wanna get to know the real me? Did your mom teach you nothing? When a girl wants to make a graceful exit, you're supposed to sense that.
Paul: Well, I haven't sat on my mom's knee for a couple years. Apparently, I've picked up some bad habits.
Rose: You're old enough to tell when a girl's sayin' arrivederci, can't you?
Paul: Yeah, but I tend to put up a fight.
Rose: So I'm not getting rid of you?
Paul: Rose, why'd you run out of there like that? I mean, it's your birthday. You gotta plane full of well wishers in there just dying to celebrate it with you.
Rose: I know. Look, I know you didn't think you were going to dinner with royalty or nothin', but when you asked me to dinner, you thought I might have a little bit of class. You're sittin' across the table from "Gypsy Rose Lee" instead.
Paul: No, that's not what I thought at all.
Rose: What are you talking about? We're having this lovely dinner, then all of a sudden, the chorus line comes out - male strippers, okay? Male strippers and paesans throwin' money around like water. We almost got run over by a truckload of bad taste.
Paul: Rose, I didn't picture you the kind of person that would apologize for your friends.
Rose: No. No, no, no. Don't - no, no, no. Don't get me wrong. I'm tellin' ya, Mitzi and every single person in there, I mean, they're the salt of the earth. I got a right hook for anybody who says otherwise.
Paul: Well, good. So, I'm just wondering now, are those tears because you're allergic to your birthday or embarrassed about your past, or is it something else altogether? Rose - I didn't ask you to dinner to talk about the entree. Let me in, okay?
Rose: So you want to know the real Rose D’Angelo? Lock up the china shop, 'cause there's a bull on the loose.
Paul: I think I can handle it.
Rose: Oh, you think so, huh? Well, the real Rose D’Angelo wears too many rings, too much make-up, and don't even get me started on this silly accent.
Paul: Oh, I like it. Capisce.
Rose: I don't have any manners. I don't have any taste. I've got nothing, nothing that my sister Lily has. So I figured, you know, fake it until you make it. I came into town here pretending to be Lily, and I guess I'm having a really hard time dropping her act.
Paul: Well, you're selling yourself short, Rose.
Rose: No. I'm not. You don't know me. You don't know how ashamed I am that I pretended to be Lily - and how it's killing me not to love her husband and to be protective of her children, and how I wake up terrified every single night that Holden and Luke are probably dead. And it's worse for me - can you believe this? It's worse for me to watch Lily go through it, than to go through it myself. See, that's it. That's the whole package there, I'm a phony. So don't break your leg running outta here away from me. I understand.
Paul: Just so you know, in the realm of bad, rotten human beings, I've got you beat hands down.
Rose: Oh, I’m sure. Such a hard case. Tell me about your rap sheet, bad boy.
Paul: Well, you know those tags on the mattresses they tell you not to rip them off? I've ripped off a few.
Rose: Oh, stop it. You're going to make me cry again.
Paul: I snuck into a couple of movie theaters.
Rose: Ooh.
Paul: I even parked in a handicapped parking space once.
Rose: Oh, not that.
Paul: And I wanted to kill my father.
Rose: Everybody gets mad at their parents.
Paul: Yeah. But do they pull out a gun? Pull the trigger? I did.
Paul: What kind of man shoots his own father?
Rose: You don't seem like the type of guy that would do something without reason. I mean, maybe you were doing the world a favor.
Paul: I was trying to protect someone that I cared about. I'd do it again if I had to. And ever - ever since then, it's - been trying so hard not to become like my father. Parading all over Europe like I was Mr. Nice Guy, without a mean bone in my body.
Rose: How do you know that you're not that?
Paul: 'Cause my dad is right here. Every time I see him torture someone or damage someone, it just makes me want to beat the hell out of some - what are you doing?
Rose: It's not a punching bag, but you could tear it apart. Thread by thread - or not.
Paul: You know, I get real tired sometimes, fighting this battle going on inside. You know, do I do what's right, or do I give into the other part of me? The part of me that went after Craig the second I got in town.
Rose: Craig? Oh, my God, he deserved it!
Paul: No. I'm not sure anyone deserved what I wanted to do to him. And you know who was putting those thoughts in my head? My father. I swear, sometimes I literally can hear him whispering to me. What, you're not gonna go run, dial 911?
Rose: Oh, no. I don't scare that easy.
Paul: Are you sure? Because what - what if - what if I’m a time bomb? You know, and one day, all of a sudden, it's just gonna - everything's just gonna snap, and everything's gonna pour out. I'll be just like my father. Aren't you gonna say - aren't you gonna say that I’m too nice, I'm too good of a person to ever let that happen? Aren't you gonna say that, Rose?
Rose: Maybe you aren't. Looking in your eyes right now, I'm not so sure.
Paul: You don't look worried.
Rose: About you? I don't know if I should be yet.
Paul: You need me to hold your shoes?
Rose: What? Excuse me?
Paul: Your shoes. You need me to hold them? So you don't break a leg when you run out of here as fast as you can?
Rose: D'Angelos don't run away from anything - or anybody. And I'm not about to start now.
(Rose and Paul lean in for a kiss.)
Mitzi: Rose? Oops, I'm interrupting. Sorry. I was never here.
Rose: Too late for that.
Mitzi: We that case, are you coming back in? 'Cause it's not like you're obligated or nothing just 'cause everybody came all the way out to cow country to celebrate the fantastic occasion our birth.
Rose: Oh, can you hear? She's giving me the half-nelson of guilt.
Mitzi: We didn't know you were gonna have such a hot date.
Paul: You know, Rose was just telling me how surprised she was that you came here. We'll be right back in, okay?
Mitzi: I'll go get 'em warmed up for ya, Rose.
Rose: Okay. So you had to put your two cents in, you know? Mitzi gave me an out. Now I gotta go back in there, and I gotta, you know, yuk it up.
Paul: And what's so bad about that, huh?
Rose: I don't know. It's just that I - you know, I've been away from them so long, I - I don't feel like I fit in anymore with them - or anywhere or anybody.
Paul: That's fine. You just - you go in there, and you blow out your candles on your cake, and they'll ask you to give a speech, and that's what you tell them.
Rose: Oh, yeah, right.
Paul: What? They'll be thrilled to hear about everything you've done - you know, helping Lucinda with Worldwide, helping me.
Rose: I can't do that. Throwin' that stuff around, they'll think I'm giving 'em the high-hat.
Paul: Or maybe, just maybe, they might be proud of you, Rose. Hmm? Oh, what? You chicken, D’Angelo, huh? 'Cause, I mean, to me, it looks like you're running. But correct me if I'm wrong, but "D'Angelos don't run," right?
Rose: Don't be smart. You know, you're right, maybe. You're not as nice as you look. Come on. You gonna escort me back in there or what?
Paul: It would be my pleasure.
Rose: And you better keep me close by in case you turn into Frankensteinbeck. You might need somebody to handle you.
Paul: You think you can handle me?
Rose: Why don't I give you a test ride? I'll see if I like it.
Can I have this dance? - 9.4.01
(Rose and her friends are dancing)
Rose: That was fun, that was fun. Didn't think I still had the moves.
Paul: Well, believe me, you still have the moves. You looked fantastic.
Rose: Ohh. How many Worldwide women do you know that can dance like this and cut a rug at the Lakeview, huh?
Paul: You're the first one I’ve met. You looked like you were having a lot of fun out there.
Rose: You want a lesson?
Paul: Me? Ah, what the hell?
Mitzi: Whoa, hello!
Paul: Can I have this dance?
(Crowd aws)
Rose: Why certainly.
Paul: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, get your thing here.
(cheers)
Paul: Now, don't you hurt me now.
Rose: Same goes for you.
Hitting the Craigness - 9.10.01
Rose: You got great timing! Ms. Walsh just came back from Malta. She wanted to know how the arbitration meeting went. So how'd it go?
Paul: Well, I threw the first punch.
Rose: You hit the Craigness?
Paul: Well, it wasn't a knockout, but I probably won on points.
Rose: Oh. Well, I knew I liked you. I just knew I'd like you more and more every single day, every day.
Paul: Craig has to give half the shares back to Barbara.
Lucinda: Half? Half. Well, I would have loved to have seen his face when he had to give up half. You did a good job. Did a good job, Paul.
Paul: Don't pop the champagne yet, Lucinda. There may be a problem.
Lucinda: What's the problem, Paul?
Paul: Well, after the meeting, Montgomery wanted to speak to Barbara alone. And for some reason - I still haven't figured out why - she decided it was okay. He laid out a plan for her. They join forces and vote you out of Worldwide.
Rose: You know, I don't understand this. I don't believe this guy. He ruins her life, and now he wants hero side with him?
Lucinda: But Barbara has got too much sense for that. I mean, she wouldn't fall for that. She would - she would dismiss his proposition.
Paul: But what you have to remember, Lucinda, is how good Craig is at getting what he wants. But she turned him down flat, so then he got nasty.
Rose: Did it work?
Paul: I don't know.
Rose: What do you mean, you don't know? What are you talkin' about?
Lucinda: Barbara couldn't possibly side with him. He humiliated her. He took her money. She wouldn't - wouldn't. Would she?
Paul: Well, she wouldn't say. When I dropped her off, she wouldn't talk about business anymore today. She was hurt.
Lucinda: What did he threaten her with?
Paul: The one thing she has left - her trust in me. So thanks to Craig, my mother's now wondering whether or not I’m working to protect her interests or yours.
Parents - 9.17.01/9.18.01
Paul: Rose, hey. It's Paul Ryan.
Rose: Well, what other Paul could it be? Then again, Paul McCartney did call me a few minutes ago to discuss his lyrics for his new song, and Paul Newman also called to check about his new salad dressing.
Paul: Okay, okay, I will never say my last name ever again.
Rose: I'm just tryin' to save you some time.
Paul: Well, I appreciate it. So how have you been?
Rose: Me? Top of the world, over the rainbow. Hey, are you doing anything now? You have any pressing engagements at this moment?
Paul: Well, none that I can't cancel. Why?
Rose: There's somebody I'd like you to meet.
Paul: Another friend from New Jersey?
Rose: You could say that. You know, it's not an emergency or anything. If you're too busy, then -
Paul: No, no, no. I'm on my way.
Rose: Okay. Bye-bye. (to Joe) It's nothing big, you know. I just thought you two might get along.
Joe: I'm sure we will. Anybody you care about, I care about, too.
Rose: "Care"? Did you say - I didn't say the word "care.” Did I mention that word at all?
Joe (laughing): You don't have to.
Paul: Hey.
Joe: You got to be Paul.
Paul: Yes, sir.
Rose: There's my pop, Giuseppe D'Angelo.
Joe: Call me Joe.
Paul: It's a pleasure.
Rose: That's enough. Don't want you two gettin' too close.
Paul: Why not?
Rose: Ah, because Benedict Arnold here is going back to Jersey.
Paul: I'm sorry to hear that.
Rose: Makes two of us.
Joe: Nice meeting you, Paul. I'll talk to that butler fellow about getting me a ride home.
Rose: Yeah.
Joe: Keep an eye on my little girl.
Paul: Your father seems like a really nice guy.
Rose: Oh, yeah, he's not so bad. How's your mom?
Paul: Physically, she's getting stronger every day.
Rose: And otherwise?
Paul: Well, I guess the word would be "unpredictable." I don't know what's going on with her these days. I don't know. She's working so hard on the spring line. She says everything is great, but she won't even show me the sketches.
Rose: She's gonna have to show them to you eventually. Just - just - you'll have to wait.
Paul: Yeah, well, I can't. I can't afford to be patient, Rose. I mean, there's a huge fashion show in November, and everybody in the industry is just waiting to see if Barbara Ryan can still produce. And to be honest with you, so am I.
Paul: Yep, even talent needs self-esteem, and that's one thing she doesn't have right now. If she unveils a line that nobody wants to buy it would ruin her. She would never recover.
Rose: Well, then you gotta get an eye on those designs.
Paul: How can I undermine my mother like that, Rose, huh? No. She's been in this business a long time. She knows exactly what she's doing.
Rose: Good. Good. Great. Then you got nothing to worry about then.
Paul: Okay, so, all right, let's put the shoe on the other foot here. Let's say that you're the trusted daughter and your mother's hiding her work, but you need to see it so you can keep the investors happy. You're saying that you could go behind your mother's back?
Rose: Yeah, I could. I pick the lock, I save my rear, I save her rear, I save the Company's.
Paul: She says it's some of the best work she's ever done, Rose.
Rose: What is she gonna do? Is she gonna put up a white flag saying she's in trouble? Not that broad. Hmm-mm.
Paul: Well, breaking and entering isn't something that I’m used to.
Rose: Even if it's for your mom's own good?
Paul: Well, I’m the one person that she still trusts, Rose. If I betray her now -
Rose: Okay. All right, all right. Let's just say that her designs are the hottest thing since the wonder bra. You gotta get cracking on this. I mean, you're producing the spring fling. Everybody else is doing summer fall and winter. You gotta do what you gotta do!
Paul: Okay. What if she finds out and decides to shut me out like she's done the rest of the world? What then, huh? I'll tell you what then. She's all alone. And I will not do that to her.
Rose: Haven’t you ever heard the phrase "you gotta be cruel to be kind"?
Paul: Is this how you rationalized passing yourself off for Lily, convincing yourself it was for Holden’s benefit?
Rose: You know your way to the door. Show yourself out.
Paul: Rose, I’m - I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. It will never happen again.
Rose: Good, 'cause you don't want to mess with this Jersey broad, okay? You're cute, I’ll give you that, but you're not that cute.
Paul: I was a defensive jerk.
Rose: That's the least of it, my friend.
Paul: What do I have to do? What do I have to do to make it up to you?
Rose: I don't know, but I will tell you, I love diamonds.
Paul: I'll keep that in mind. It was a one-time thing. Temporary insanity.
Rose: Good, 'cause you go down that road again, you're never coming back. Got it?
Paul: Got it.
Rose: There are times and a place for certain things in this world. Understand? Come on, sit down. Take a load off. We're going to play a little game of word association. Now, what do you think of when you hear the words "Craig Montgomery"?
Paul (laughs): I can't tell you. My mother made me promise never to use words like that in the presence of a lady.
Rose: Oh, very good.
Paul: You know, just feeling, circling around like a vulture, just watching, waiting to make his move.
Rose: Yeah, licking his chops over worldwide. If he finds out that B.R.O. is in trouble, he is gonna -
Paul: He already knows.
Rose: Then it's worse than I thought.
Paul: Mm-hmm. He knows the books backward and forward. It's even on record from the trial. He probably already knows without a home run of a spring line, B.R.O.'s out of the ball game.
Rose: Then I'm sure of it now. You've got two choices. You protect your mother's privacy and pray for a miracle, or you protect your mother's company, and you get a look at those designs and see - make sure she's in the right ballpark. You check out what's coming down the pike, or she loses her company. But more importantly, she loses something more important to her, something that keeps her sane, you know, keeps her straight - her work. But whatever you do, I mean, whatever you decide, you'd better do it fast before somebody else exposes those sketches, whatever they are.