03x16 - Southern Comforts - August 4, 1961

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Theorizing that one could
time-travel within his own lifetime,

Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into
the Quantum Leap Accelerator

and vanished.

He woke to find himself
trapped in the past,

facing mirror images
that were not his own

and driven by an unknown force

to change history
for the better.

His only guide
on this journey is Al,

an observer from his own time,

who appears
in the form of a hologram

that only Sam can see and hear.

And so Dr. Beckett finds himself
leaping from life to life,

striving to put right
what once went wrong

and hoping each time
that his next leap

will be the leap home.

Well? You gonna blow

or wait till the whole house
burns down?

Blow?

The can...

Yeah. The candles.

Ahem, The can...

Surprise!

Happy birthday!

We don't want to wear him out

before I can give him
my gift, do we?

Happy birthday.

Oh, oh, oh, boy!

Look at those presents.
Boy, are those for me?

Open mine.

Mine first.

That's mine.
I mean, it's yours, but it's from me.

It's an old family heirloom.

I didn't know what to get you.
I thought you might...

Will you shut up
and just let him open it?

I hope you like it.

I'm sure... I'm sure I will.

Oh!

You gave Gilbert
a marble for his birthday?

It's not a marble.
It's a glass eye.

Eew!

It belonged to my grandfather.

They say that everyone who owns
it, it brings luck to.

Everyone except Gramps,
of course.

Just be quiet.

Why don't you just make me?

Why don't you
just get out of my face.

Take a walk.

Oh, come on.

Time to go to work, ladies.

Lick your lips
and swivel your hips.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Wait. Should you go out there
dressed like this?

Gilbert, are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, no.
I'm just, uh, you know...

I got excited about the
presents and the party...

Oh, Did I
miss a party? Damn.

...and stuff like that.

Well, you just relax
and take it easy.

Okay.

That's one of the advantages
of being the birthday boy.

Yeah.

I'll show you a few more later.

I bet she can, too.

Okay, girls,

put on your smiles

and everybody think virgin.

Hello, boys!

Welcome to the best damn
cathouse in New Orleans.

She's kind of cute.

I think she likes you, too.

She doesn't like me, Al.

I think she likes him.

Well, technically speaking,
that's you.

For a while, anyway.

What's goin' on, Al?

Oh, that's easy...
that's easy...

These guys are here to get...

I know what these guys
are here to get.

Okay? Give me a break.

Oh, you mean,
oh, what's happening with you?

Yeah.

Oh, uh, let's see,
August 4, 1961.

Your name is Gilbert La Bonte,

owner and operator

of the La Bonte Sewing
and Quilting Academy.

Quilting Academy?

I thought you told me
this was a brothel.

It is.

Uh, this house has been in
operation since the Civil w*r.

Your great grandfather, or... or Gilbert's
great grandfather started this place.

But why a Quilting Academy?
What does that...

Well, in those days, it was common for
a bordello to hide behind the cover

of a legitimate business.

But believe me, Sam, the only thing
being sewn out there, are wild oats!

Al, what am I doing here?

Huh? Oh, we don't know.

What?

Yet. Ziggy is still...

He-he's still searchin'
for the original history.

If Ziggy's still running
down the original history

then what are you doing here?

Oh, no! You came
for the girls, didn't you?

You came for the girls,
I can't believe that.

- Come on...
- Can't believe it because it's...

Do you realize
what that is out there?

That's Shangri-la.
That's Utopia.

Look.

It's the mother lode.

Oh.

Ready for some good times?
Want to have some fun?

That is one of the saddest
things I've ever seen.

Sad? It's tragic.

You think so, too?

Sure. Joint like this
should have an elevator.

Come here.

Poor old guy
havin' to walk up the stairs.

- Go away. Go away.
- He's gonna be tired when he gets...

And don't come back
until you know why I'm here.

- Me, go away?
- You don't need to be here.

There's nothing for you to see out there.
Now just go away.

Of all the partners in the whole
wide world that I should have to pick

and what do I end up with?

The Prudent Prince.

What are you lookin' at?

Talking to yourself again?

No, not really.
I mean, yes...

Don't be embarrassed.

It's perfectly normal for prospective
bridegrooms to be nervous.

Bridegroom?

Have you thought
about a date yet?

I'm pushin' again, aren't I?

It's just that, well, I guess
we're not gettin' any younger.

I'm sorry.

Look, there's no reason
for you to do anything more...

Ow! You're hurting me.

Let me go.

Gilbert, you better
get out here. Quick!

Let go of my arm.

What's wrong?
Is there a problem here?

Who are you?

I'm the owner of this house.

Oh, really?

Well, you're just the man
I want to see.

Your girl here,
doesn't wanna go upstairs.

I thought we could get to know
each other a little first.

Know each other?

Sweetheart, I don't want to know
you, I just wanna...

Just let go of her, okay?

Hey!

Now, just what the hell kinda
cathouse is this anyway?

One with rules.

And the first rule is,
nobody does anything they don't wanna do.

- Yeah, that's right.
- Oh, really?

Says who?

Says me and this shotgun.

Now, lady, you better be
careful with that thing.

'Cause, you know,
it might accidentally go off.

Well, if it goes off,
it won't be no accident.

Now, Admiral,

if I was you,

I'd sail that battleship
of yours outta here,

before I turn it into a dinghy.

She's hot, man, she's hot.

Better go.

Come on, let's get outta here.
Let's go find some real women.

Yeah.

I know a place that
won't give us a problem.

Thanks.

Don't thank me.

I probably would've k*lled
all of you.

And, if my gumbo is ruined,

I just might come back
and finish the job.

You okay?

Yeah, I just...

Oh, okay.

I'm feelin' a little bit sick.

I think I need a drink of water.

Good evening.

Have I the pleasure
of speaking with Mr. La Bonte?

Oh, yeah. Right.
That would be, uh, me.

Uh, what can I do for you?

I'm looking for a young woman.

Uh-huh.

Redheaded.
About 20 years old.

Well, I'm... I'm
really not sure that...

I think we have
what you're lookin' for.

Paulette. Come here, honey.

I'm sure Paulette
can meet your needs.

Oh, no, no,
I'm... I'm sorry.

I didn't make myself clear.
I...

I'm not looking
for entertainment.

I'm looking for
a student of mine.

Student?

Yes.

My name is Dorleac,
Jake Dorleac.

I run a girls finishing school,

and, well, one of our girls

ran off and I'm trying to
find her and bring her back.

Before her parents
find out, is that it?

I'd like to spare them the
embarrassment of finding her in a...

Cathouse!

That wouldn't look too good for
you, would it, darlin'?

I'm sorry,

but we can't help you.

Can't? Or won't?

She said can't.

Yes, she did.

Yes. I apologize.

Thank you.

Thank you very much for your time.
Excuse me.

What the hell
was that all about?

I don't know,
but she sure was terrified.

- Who?
- Gina.

- Of Mr. Prissy Pants?
- Mmm-hmm.

Why? I'll go talk to her.

No, no, no.
Hold on, I'll do it.

And a dash of bug juice

to add some starch
to your stockings.

What is that?

Plantain banana skins,

balsam apples,
gum moss and whiskey.

I hope you've got
a strong stomach.

Well, if she had a strong
stomach she wouldn't need that.

Go ahead, child,
drink it on down.

Ugh! That's the most disgusting
thing I've ever tasted.

But you'll soon feel better.

Well, since it ain't
supper time,

I guess he's here
to talk with you.

Stir my gumbo.

- Uh... uh, yes, ma'am.
- Now, don't you be sassin' me.

No.

You must be feelin' pretty bad
to drink that stuff, huh?

Well, I've just got
an upset stomach.

Well, maybe it's just nerves.

Well, I'll be better
in a few minutes.

Hmm.

What are you doin' here, Gina?

Look, I'm... I'm real sorry about
that sailor, but he was a jerk.

And that's why you didn't
go upstairs with him?

Uh, well, no. I...
I didn't go upstairs with him

because he smelled.

Gina.

I... I need to get back out there.
I'm real sorry.

It won't happen again,
I promise.

She's right, Sam.

What?

Well, there's
a 98.6 percent chance

That she'll never even
have the chance

to turn down a customer again.

Is that good news? What?

No, that's bad news.

Why is Ziggy always
givin' us bad news?

Once in a while you think
we'd get good news.

Never mind. Sometime,
in the next 24 hours she disappears.

In a month, her body
is found in a swamp.

And, apparently,

she was beaten to death.

Al, If she doesn't die
for a month,

what are we doing here now?

Well, according to Ziggy,

whatever happened that caused her
death, started here.

But her body was found
up near Lake Charles

and that's 160 miles away.

But that's also
where Gina's from originally.

I don't suppose
anyone was arrested.

Uh, well, we don't know. Ziggy's still
trying to get the local police records.

Trying?

Yeah, they weren't exactly
big on filing systems

at the... at the
smaller parishes

but he's tryin'
to get something.

What about
the New Orleans police?

Well, we've got
a better sh*t with them.

They've got
a couple of people that say

they spotted a girl that
matches Gina's description

Leaving the Adams Hotel with a
man on the night she vanished.

Which, by the way,

- is tonight.
- Oh, great. That's great.

So I've got less than 24 hours

to figure out
who kidnaps her and when.

Yeah, well, in a case like
this, everyone's a suspect.

So keep your eye on Gina
and don't lose her.

I've got a funny feelin'
about her, Al.

I think she's as lost here
as I am.

Feelin' better?

A little.

You almost blew everything
with that sailor.

I know. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to cause any trouble.

If Gilbert finds out you're my
cousin and not a workin' girl

he'll throw us both out.

And I can't let that happen.

Now, you gonna tell me
what you're doin' here

or am I gonna have to pinch you?

Well, I... I told you, I just
couldn't stay in Lake Charles anymore.

I know. You had to get
out and see the world.

Well, isn't that why you left?

I don't know.

It's been so long
it's hard to remember anymore.

How come you never came back?

They don't exactly roll out the
red carpet for women like me.

Besides, Gilbert and I
are gettin' married.

You really love him, don't you?

I don't know
if love is what you'd call it.

When I was a kid,
I remember thinking

that you were the most
beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

You had every boy in town
chasin' after you.

Yeah.

And most of 'em caught me.

Gina, this isn't
some dime store novel.

It's real

and it's cold

and it's no place
for a kid like you.

Go home.

I can't. I mean,
there's just nothin' there for me anymore.

Yeah, well,

I guess we've got that
in common anyway.

I was real sorry to hear
about your mama passin'.

Just watch your step, okay?

Gilbert won't think twice
about throwin' us both out

if he finds
we've been lyin' to him.

Marsha,
thanks for helpin' me out.

You're about
the only family I got left.

Ooh, this looks so good.

God, I wish I could smell it!

Sam, you haven't lived until
you've tasted real crawfish gumbo.

With the spices and the little
legs of the crawfish and...

Would you stop talking
about the food?

- Stop talkin' about the food...
- But it's so...

Stop talkin' about the food
for a second.

I've got to figure out a way
to keep Gina from disappearing.

Well, Ziggy says there's a 60 percent
chance that she's taken from this house.

Then I'll just shut it down.

- What?
- The house.

I'll shut it down
so nobody can get in.

- No, no. No good.
- What do you mean no good?

Already ran that scenario past
Ziggy and he says it's too risky.

She could leave
and you'd lose control.

What else am I gonna do?

It's better this way.
You know where she is.

You just have to find a way to
keep her away from strangers.

- Excuse me, Gilbert.
- Mmm-hmm.

The boys from Shreveport
are here.

Play something religious.

Gentlemen.

Howdy. Would you be
Gilbert La Bonte?

That would be me.
And you would be...

I'd be, uh...

...talking to them
if I had my druthers.

So this is the famous La Bonte
Sewin' and Quiltin' Academy.

Yeah. Yeah, that's us.

How did you fellows
find out about us, anyway?

Chester Despardee
told us about it.

Chester Despardee?

Chester, he only owns the
biggest fillin' station in town.

Three pumps and a lift.

Remember, he was here last year
at that big truck tire convention?

Gee, we must've missed that one.

He said if you wanted to have
a good time in New Orleans

then Gilbert La Bonte
was the man to see.

Well, here you are.

Here you are.

Here I am all right.

Hey, you guys
part of a club or somethin'?

Club?
Oh, you mean these.

No, we won these from some guys

in a poker game
back at the hotel.

What hotel would that be?

Well, uh, The Adams. Why?

Uh, no reason.

Listen, you better
get rid of these guys.

Because one of them might be the
guy that takes off with Gina.

We were just wonderin'.
Do we pay you before or after?

Before or after what?

Before or after what.

Before or after that, yeah.
No, no.

Uh, before we can
really get into... into that,

we, um... We, uh...

We have to sing.

What?
Sing?

No, we don't sing, we hum.

It's a new policy, see? Uh,
before we can do that,

uh, we all have to sing.

It helps everybody relax.

Sing? Wait a minute.

Chester didn't say nothin'
about no singin', did he, boys?

No, no, no.

Like I said, it's a new policy,

and I got to tell you
that the girls really like it.

But... but also,
if-if you don't wanna sing,

I will totally understand if you want
to take your business someplace else.

We did hear a lot of good
things about this place

but there ain't no way
in hell we're gonna...

Uh, we...

What am I gonna do?
I'm running out of beers on the wall.

I don't know. Oh, you could always
say, "One more time."

I don't know.

I didn't know they were
gonna hang on this long.

But you've got to think
of something real annoying...

More annoying...
more annoying than that?

Yeah, if you
wanna get rid of 'em.

Heck, now that was fun,
wasn't it? Because, I mean,

time just flies when you're
havin' fun like that.

So, why... why don't we, uh...

Why don't we quit foolin' around

and get to foolin' around.

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah. Well, uh,
that-that'd be all right,

but I think maybe first

what we should try
is a game of charades.

Charades?

No, sir. We ain't playin'
no more games.

At least not with you,
little buddy.

Are we gonna get to touch
these ladies or not?

Good night, guys,
say hello to Chester for me.

And you, cousin,
are a wet blanket.

Well, ahem...

Do you want to tell me
what that was all about?

- This is gonna be a good one.
- Well, see, um...

I felt like that those guys
were trouble.

You know, they... they kind of
looked like trouble to me.

Oh, yeah, they were
wild men, all right.

- Uh, Gilbert...
- Mmm-hmm?

...are... are you sure
you're feelin' all right?

Well, yeah.
No, I'm fine. It's just...

It's my birthday, you know.

And... and, I've been
thinkin' about it,

and I think maybe we should
celebrate my birthday by,

you know, just shuttin' down
the house for the night.

What?

Now I know you're sick.

Don't worry,
mama's gonna make you feel better.

Sam, you can't do that.
I... I told you...

Why don't you go tell everybody
that we're takin' the night off.

Oh, goody.

And then some other things, too.

- Uh, Sam...
- Al, I know what Ziggy says.

That Gina might take off.
But I'm not gonna let that happen.

What if you can't stop it?

Look, Al, I can't ask every man
who walks in here to sing, right?

So if I shut down the house,
nobody can get in.

If nobody gets in,
then nothing can happen to Gina.

Trust me,

I know what I'm doin'.

According to Ziggy, shutting down
the house will accomplish nothing.

Give it time. He probably hasn't had
time to compute all the new variables.

Besides, the main thing is that
nobody will be able to get to Gina.

- Well, I hope you're right.
- Well...

Hey, that's my necklace.

That's why they call it
a cathouse.

- It was in my room.
- So that makes it yours?

It sure doesn't make it yours.

Couldn't be yours because it's
too small to fit your neck.

Little Bo Peep, how would you
like to be turned into lamb chops?

- Hey, what's going on?
- Hi, Gilbert.

Hi. W-Where's
everybody goin'?

Well, we figured
since you shut down the house,

we'd go to the French Quarter.

It isn't every day
you get the night off.

- That doesn't make sense.
- It does, too.

How can you take
a day off at night?

Sometimes you're such a...

Where's Gina?

Oh, she's up in her room.

I asked her
if she wanted to go with us.

But she said
she wasn't feeling so hot.

Good.

Good?

I mean, it's good that you
asked her to go with you.

It's nice of you
to think of her.

Hey, Marsha, aren't you
gonna come with us?

No, I thought

I'd stay
and keep Gilbert company.

Bye-bye.

Bye, Gilbert.

You hit me one more time, Bo Peep,
you won't be peepin' anymore.

All right, ladies,
you ready to paint the town red?

I'd stick around, too,

but I hate to see a grown man
cry, especially when it's me.

Where you goin'?

I'm goin' to slip into something
a little more comfortable.

Boy, she's really got the hots
for this La Bonte guy.

You can say that again.

She's really got the hots...

Al, how long
before they get married?

- They don't get married.
- What?

He marries Paulette.

What? You told me
that they were...

I can see you've got
your hands full here,

so I'm gonna go and keep
my eye on the girls.

Al, come on...

Don't you do anything
that I wouldn't do.

But if you do, take pictures.

Yes?

Mind if I come in?

Sure.

I was just gettin' ready
for bed.

To go to sleep.

Oh, no, I know.
I'll just be here a second.

Is... is this your mom?
She's pretty.

Mmm-hmm.

You guys look
an awful lot alike.

People used to say
we were sisters.

You think she ever wonders about

what you're doin'
or worries about you?

My mama passed away
a couple of years back.

Well, what about your father?

My father left home
when I was 15.

And I haven't seen him since.

I'm sorry.

Were you left all alone?
Didn't you have any...

Relatives took me in.

So what are you doin' here?

It didn't work out.

It can't be any better here.

Gina, what are you
running away from?

Nothing.

Well, you don't belong here.
I mean, that is obvious.

Are you sayin'
you want me to leave?

No. No. I don't want you
to leave.

I just feel like...

Maybe if... if you could find a
way to confront whatever it is

that you're running away from
or whatever that...

Well, maybe you wouldn't be
afraid anymore and then maybe

you wouldn't have to be here.

I'm not afraid.

Well, I... I just think that...

I need to go to bed now.

Okay.

You know,

you are a lot stronger
than you think.

You like my new outfit?

Yeah.

I mean, uh, yeah,
it's... it's very nice.

I bought it for you.

Well, I doubt
if it's exactly my size

but, you know, it's...
it's the thought that counts.

It's been a long time since we've
had the whole house to ourselves.

Which opens up
so many possibilities.

Well, let's not forget

that we really don't have
the whole house to ourselves.

Gina's upstairs.

And we're down here.

I think it's time I unwrap
your birthday present.

Don't you?

Oh, boy.

Gina.

Jake, what are you doin' here?

I came to see you, honey.

Your mama's lucky she d*ed.

Saved her
from seein' you like this.

But you changed your hair.

It's nice.

Jake, there are people here.

You mean
that little pimp of yours?

I don't think
he's much of a thr*at.

Do you?

How did you find me?

I found this in your scrap book.

I asked around and found out

you had a cousin who
worked in New Orleans.

I started at one end of the city

and I worked my way across
till I got here.

I recognized her
when I was in here earlier.

You shouldn't
have left me, Gina.

Huh.

It didn't look good.
It did not look good at all.

Everybody at school
misses you, Gina.

Everybody is askin' about you.

Now what am I
supposed to tell 'em?

It's not what it looks like.

I just needed
a place to stay, that's all.

I was afraid.

It's all over now.
I swear.

I swear.

Now, you go ahead
and get your things together

and we'll go home.

No.

What do you want
from me, Gilbert?

I don't want anything.

Are you in love with her?

- Who?
- Gina.

I've seen the way
you've been lookin' at her,

hoverin' over her.

I guess it's pretty funny

that I'd lose you
to somebody in my own family.

What are you talking about?

I guess
it doesn't matter anymore.

Gina,

she's my cousin.

She needed a place to stay.

So I let her come here.

- You mean she's not...
- A whore?

No.

But I am.

Aren't I?

And that's the only thing you'll
ever be able to see me as.

I am such a fool.

I actually thought
I could start all over again.

Like nothin' ever happened.

But it's too late.

Isn't it?

Because you'll never see me
as anything but this.

Marsha,

it's never too late
to start over again.

It's just...

I'm not sure if I'm the one
to start over with.

- I mean, the truth is...
- No! Jake!

Gina!

Please, Jake,
don't hit me, please!

Why do you make me do this?

Jake, please!

Why don't you try that on me?

Gina, you okay?

Yeah.

Stop it! Stop it!

Jake, you're gonna k*ll him!
Stop it!

Jake!

Gina, are you okay?

Gina.

Gina.

Gina, can you hear me?

Easy, easy, easy.
It's okay.

Everything's all right.
He's gone.

What happened?

Well, you took a pretty good
knock to the head up here.

Are you okay
to talk about this, ma'am?

Who's he?

Sheriff Nolan.

He needs to ask you
some questions.

What kind of questions?

Did you know the man
that att*cked you?

No.

So you've never seen him before?

I just told you,
I didn't know him.

Gina, can you remember
anything at all?

Anything that'd give us a clue
as to what he was doin' here?

He wanted to hurt me.
You saw him.

He just wanted to hurt me.

All right, okay.
Okay, okay, all right, just calm down.

All you have to do now is just
give Sheriff Nolan a statement.

That way
you can press charges...

No. I'm not pressin' charges.

He's just a psycho.
I just wanna get out of here.

I don't feel so good.

All right, you all just back up out
of here and give this child some air.

I feel sick.

Okay, honey,
you just come with me.

Well, that wasn't
very much help.

She knows him.

- She just said she didn't.
- She's lyin'.

But why would she do that?

I don't know.

We'll have to ask Jake Dorleac.

Gilbert, you just can't go out huntin'
a man in the middle of the night.

We don't even know where he is.

He's at the Adams Hotel.

Now, how do you know that?

I just know.

Okay, let's just say
he is at the Adams.

Without a complaint there's nothin'
we can do even if we find him.

We can scare him.

Let him know that we know.

Gilbert, you're getting...

We've got to do somethin',
otherwise he's gonna end up killin' her

and I don't want that
on my conscience. Do you?

No.

Better let me handle things
when we find him.

These types of situations
can be unpredictable.

It takes an experienced lawman

to deal with
these kinds of situations.

This is it.

You sure?

Yeah, the desk clerk said
Room 315.

Good.

What we'll do then is, I'll go in
first, you stay out here and...

Gilbert?

He's still here.
Check the bathroom.

Right.

Take it easy,
you're gonna break his arm.

Why are you trying to hurt Gina?

I wasn't trying to hurt her,
I was trying to take her with me.

Why?

Because she's my wife.

No, that's all...
that's all I need to know.

Yeah, you give my love
to Clare for me.

I'll do it.

Bye-bye.

What'd he say?

Looks like
he's tellin' the truth.

He is the head
of that finishin' school.

According to Sheriff Budrow
in Lake Charles,

he and Gina been married
for almost two years.

He's been married to Gina
for almost 2 years, Sam.

I know that. So they're married.
Right. He was still attacking her.

Sheriff, is my wife
pressing charges?

- See, he admits...
- No, she's not.

Then I guess we're finished
here, aren't we?

Yeah, I guess we are.

Now, wait a second.
You can't just leave him here.

I can't do anything
without a crime.

And without a complaint,
I ain't got none.

You file a complaint.

I'll file a complaint then.
He almost took my head off.

- Gilbert.
- You were coming at me.

You were b*ating a woman.

I was trying
to take my wife home.

Sheriff, he's gonna k*ll her.

Sheriff, this is absurd.

If she ain't pressin' charges,
it's going to be your word against his.

- That's fine with you.
- That's fine with me.

You don't want to get
into court with this guy.

He's a pillar of society.

- He's a wife beater.
- And you own a whorehouse!

What kind of credibility you
think you're gonna to have?

Sam, he's got a point there,

because you're not
the pillar type.

Gilbert, don't make me
arrest you. Now let's go.

Mr. La Bonte,

tell Gina I'm takin' her home.

Don't hit him, Sam.

You're a real nozzle.

Gina, I want to help you.
But you've got to help me.

You've got to press charges
against him.

I can't.

Look,

I know he's your husband.

But he's also
a very dangerous man.

That's exactly
why I can't put him in jail.

I don't know what he'd do if I
got him in trouble with the law.

That doesn't make sense, Gina.

So instead, you're just...
you're just gonna go back to him?

It's more complicated
than that, Sam.

There's somethin'
you don't know.

If I run,
he'll just find me again.

I don't wanna be hidin'
for the rest of my life.

She's afraid for the baby.

What?

No matter where I go,
I know he'll find me.

I had Ziggy dig up
her autopsy report.

And she was four months
pregnant when she d*ed.

That's why she's been sick.

That's probably
why she ran away.

She didn't want the baby to
get injured when he b*at her.

Gina,

you're pregnant, aren't you?

Pregnant?

My God.
Why didn't you say anything?

I was afraid.

See, after Mom d*ed,

Jake kind of took care of me.

I mean, he let me
stay in school,

and I didn't have to pay
any money.

He'd take me and my friends
out to dinner.

I mean, he could be
very funny sometimes.

Before I knew it,
we were married.

But then things changed.

I never really got to know him
until it was too late.

And he b*at you, didn't he?

I want this baby

and I'm not gonna do
anything that...

I mean,

maybe he'll change
when he knows about the baby.

I can't run forever.

Come on, baby.

We got to put you to bed.

I wish there was some way
we could get that SOB.

Sam, you can't let her
go back with that maniac.

According to Ziggy,
she still dies.

I wish there was some way
we could stop him.

Well, we have to have...
I'll think of a plan.

And we'll get this nozzle.
We'll trick him.

I'll wager that
that's knuckle nose now.

- Yeah.
- Don't hit him, Sam.

Good afternoon.

Are these Gina's things?

Mmm-hmm.

I'm glad she finally
came to her senses.

- Gina!
- She'll be right with you.

All right, ladies,
let's do this.

- Here we go.
- Where's Gina?

She's upstairs.

I'll go get her.

No, I would rather
you just wait right over here.

All right,
she'll be down in a minute.

What is all this?

It's a graduation photo.

A gra... Graduation
in a whorehouse?

This is the La Bonte Quilting
and Sewing Academy.

You have graduation photos
at your school,

we have graduation photos
at ours.

Mmm-hmm.

All right, ladies,

let's take this picture.

Here we go.

Every...

Where's Sophie?

- Here I am.
- Sophie, come on.

Sorry, I was on the phone
with my mother.

Oh!

I'm sorry.
This is so embarrassing.

Just pick it up, please?

- Do you mind helping me?
- Damn it, hurry up!

Oh, as long
as you're okay, Sophie.

Was it good for you, honey?

What's goin' on?

Sheriff, what a stroke of luck
that you happen to be here.

This man is the headmaster of an exclusive
finishing school for young girls,

and I just happened to catch him in
the act of soliciting a prost*tute.

Wait, this...

I'm sure that
it's not the first time.

That is a lie!

You mean to say that this man
has solicited the affections

of more than one of these women?

He offered it to me.

Me, too.

- And me.
- And me.

And he even offered it to me.

This is never gonna work.

I wouldn't be
too sure about that,

particularly when your board of
directors sees this photograph.

My board of directors would
never believe such trash.

Well, given
the widespread reputation

of the La Bonte Quilting
and Sewing Academy,

they just might.

So, my advice to you,
Mr. Dorleac,

is that you walk out that door,

leave Gina alone,
and never ever try and see her again.

She's my wife.
I have rights.

You gave it up
the first time you b*at her.

Excuse me!

My compliments
to an elegantly played hand.

But there are still two things
that remain unchanged.

You are still a pimp,

and they are still prostitutes.

And you are still a wife beater.

Go away, Jake, or I'll see to it

that every last person
in Lake Charles

knows exactly what kind
of man you really are.

Gina, come here...

No! I don't have to be
afraid of you anymore, Jake.

Now go away.

You heard her, go away.

Or we'll run that picture
in the Lake Charles Gazette.

Sam,

Dorleac got so paranoid
about that photograph,

he never went back
to Lake Charles.

Not only that, his hot temper
got him in so much trouble

he ended up in the loony bin,
never bothered anybody.

Sheriff, thank you.
Ladies!

Well, it's nice to see things

kind of gettin' back
to normal around here.

- Al, Al.
- Yeah?

Is Ziggy sure that everything
works out okay with Gina?

- Oh, yeah.
- You're sure?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

She moves to Atlanta,
she gets a job as a waitress,

then she gives birth
to a bouncing baby boy

who she christens Gilbert.

No kidding?

Well, that's kind of...

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Marsha,

where... where
are you going?

I guess the only way
to make a new start

is to be around new people.

I guess you don't get
much newer than a baby.

No, I guess you don't.

Thanks.

Good luck.

Thanks.

- You take care of yourself.
- I will.

And that little baby boy,
uh, if it's a boy.

Bye, girls.

Bye, Gina.

I think I'm gonna go upstairs

and take a long hot bath.

Uh, Sam, I think

I'll do a little
exploring up there.

You wanna come, huh?

Not this time.

Oh, no, Sam, no.

Hey, no, Sam,
don't leave yet. No.

Are you gonna do it or not?

Come on!

Oh, boy!