12th Floor

You Mo's daughter?

Yeah.

Okay. Well, I'm the housekeeper. I'm here to pick you up.

What happened to 9 o'clock?

So, anyway, as I said, I'm Joel.

I'm your mom's housekeeper.

So, we'll probably be seeing a lot of each other.

You excited to be moving back in with her?

She hasn't seen you in a while.

What's it been? Three or four years?

She's excited to see you.

Yeah...

It'll be a nice change-up from the two of us.

It's just usually us.

I help her get the mail. Cook, clean...

feed the cat.

Sometimes we do fun stuff , like , go to a movie or something.

Just to change it all up.

But, yeah, three people will be nice in that apartment.

I'll bet you'll love the view. It's on the twelfth floor, at the very top.

You can see for miles from that window. All the way out to the parks.

You know, they say, when Mo gets on the elevator, and she pushes the twelfth floor button,

they say, "Oh, she's going to the penthouse. Mo's going up to the penthouse!"

So, what does "A" stand for, anyway?

Abigail?

Annabel?

Alice?

Not Alice.

Anna! Anna's a nice name.

Yeah, Mo wouldn't give you a bad name.

Do you ever shut up?

Okay.

I'll just say one more thing, okay?

She is thrilled to see you.

She's glad you're coming home.

I don't see how,

because you seem like the perfect doting child.

Why should she need me?!

Well, here we are.

Home sweet home.

Well, it is for some of us, at least.

Need any help?

No.

Alright...

Do you know the way?

Yes!

Oh, that's good. She knows the way.

Almost beat you up here, huh?

It's not locked. You can go on in.

Here you go.

We're back, Mo.

Oh, great!

Well, hi, A.

How was your trip over?

It was fine.

That's good.

You got everything moved over?

Mmhm.

Well... That's good.

I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm just going to get the rest of the boxes.

Okay. Great, Joel.

Wow!

All that red hair.

How long have you had it?

Awhile.

You must like it.

I do.

I'm going to have to get used to that, but I'm sure I can manage.

You know, Joel's a great cook.

He could whip us up something for supper tonight.

What would you like?

He also talks a lot.

Well, so do I. And you used to.

We just want to make you feel welcomed.

Why don't you...

take you're coat off? Make yourself feel at home?

Good morning, A.

Do you like your food?

Joel's a really good cook.

I like it.

A?

It's fine.

You know,

We really haven't had a chance to talk much

since you've been back.

I have nothing to talk about.

We've not seen each other for three years, and you don't think there's anything to talk about?

Do you think you'll like living here?

Wouldn't it be nice if we could,

you know, talk to each other?

I don't want to just sit here and stare at each other night after night.

I just want to be left alone! Some peace and quiet.

Well... That's not going to happen.

Do you feel like you're stuck?

What do you think?!

It doesn't have to be like that.

You can go places.

I'm sure Joel would take you somewhere.

You have friends?

They're welcome. They can come over and take you places.

I can't just go out and have fun, like other people my age!

Why not?

You should know.

I have help.

I can go places.

Sure beats sitting home alone all the time.

Yeah, and what have you done with your life?

I had you.

Well, thanks a fucking lot!

I want us to be close again. We used to.

My mom and I, we were close.

I want that for A and I, to be close again.

This is going to be so hard.

Joel, do you think I'm doing the right thing by having her come here?

I do.

I hope so.

I mean, I've always believed family helps family.

Not just throw them out in the street, or send them to a shelter amongst strangers.

We're family, we should be together, but...

She comes over here, after she agreed to move in with me, and she don't even want to talk to me!

And when we do, we just have this huge blow-up, and...

Hey.

All unpacked? Settled in?

Yeah.

Want me to take those for you?

Sure.

Got a lot of stuff. Lot of boxes.

Hey.

What's in those?

Hmm.

You know I've worked around them all the time, and I have no idea.

Probably storage, or something.

You're free to look. It's your room, now.

And, good morning, everyone.

Sorry I'm a little late today.

Just had to have my coffee, you know how that is.

How's everyone doing today?

Oh, you're looking a tiny bit droopy.

We might have to give you a little bit of a cut.

But, it won't hurt. Don't worry about it.

I'll be very, very gentle.

It's so good to see everyone.

And, how are we doing with our new friend, the fern?

Everyone say, "Hi, Fern!"

We've never had such a large plant before but it's very, very nice to have you.

Of course, we're sorry about Mrs. Milton, and that you couldn't be in her apartment anymore, but she had to move...

Beach music! Our favorite! Come on!

Okay. Here we go!

That's good music.

Oh, it's wonderful music! Reminds me of the Carolinas.

The Carolinas, huh? Reminds me of Koko Head.

Oh, I know.

Okay, here we go!

I always want to hug you when we dance.

Well... good!

That is good!

Alright, ready for a little twirl here...?

Wow.

What do we have? It's impossible to walk by this book without taking a look. I can't believe it.

There's Ike. There's Patton. What are they talking about?

Oh yeah! "The Race for Tunisia"!

"Command and Corps in Tunisia: Patton".

Who knew I'd be a history buff? Who knew I would be so interested in World War II?

But, then... shoot!

I got a grandfather who had shrapnel in his leg from World War I,

and my dad flew B-17s over Germany as a belly-gunner.

A belly-gunner...

Who the hell even reads the newspaper anymore?

Who ever reads this?!

It's your bill! I'm tired of paying your bills!

What bill?

It's not mine.

It is yours.

How could that possibly be mine?

It's from now! I just now got it in the mail!

What about this?

This is all you, too!

That's not me! That's you! That's not me at all! They're all your bills.

No.

I'd don't use that stuff!

Why do we have to have this conversation every day? I don't understand!

Because every day you're ringing up bills!

No I'm not. Please.

Hey! Don't you...

What are you doing?

I was just checking it out.

Put it back!

Sorry.

Just because you're my Mom's housekeeper doesn't mean that you can go through my things!

Won't happen again.

I bet you don't even know what that is.

I bet you ten bucks that I do.

Alright, you're on! What is it?

It's you owing me ten bucks,

because that is a shotgun shell reloader.

How do you know what that is?

Because my grandfather used to own one.

You see, during the 1930s, during the Great Depression.

They used to reload their own spent shotgun shells with their own material to save money.

So, they didn't have to go buy new ones at the store.