Micki & Maude

Oh, Mr. Kenchant!

Configliero just conceded.

We've done it! We've done it!

This is Jim giggins, nbc news.

...businessman from Santa Barbara

has won a stunning victory.

...landslide defeat for the former governor.

It's a happy group of supporters...

Sorry.

Rob, Rob. Where's Rob?

Where's the goddamn camera?

He's with the kids.

We've got a show to do!

What's this?

That is the gesunde leben.

That's not true.

Alice, please.

Do you ever think about death?

Don't touch the lens.

What happens when you die?

Big mosquitoes come out of your ears.

Have a look through.

You go to heaven in a plane.

God takes care of you.

There's no grown-ups.

Hey.

Where have you been?

We've got a story to cover.

This isn't a toy.

We're covering the buffet.

Configliero's conceded,

and you take the goddamn camera.

The kids were interested.

What's more important,

this segment or teaching some kids?

No comment.

Have Lanford taste the food.

He should make policy announcements,

house some elderly.

- -Lanford: We will increase jobs,

we'll multiply productivity,

we'll unify the people.

And god willing, we'll house the elderly...

We should have interviewed the kids.

Much more interesting than election buffets.

Which end of the animal is this from?

Thank you.

Thank you for your support.

Congratulations.

Thanks. What's the angle?

A segment on election night food.

You can serve this crap to configliero.

You'll say that on air?

Don't be an idiot.

Ok, I get the angle.

Roll 'em.

-I say that. -Who cares?

I'm standing with governor-elect Lanford.

What's your opinion of your election night buffet?

Thanks for asking, Rob.

I'm always delighted to taste California wine.

Just a little, of course.

In orange county we beat him four to one!

It's wonderful!

You've talked to his kids?

Not really.

They're amazing.

They've figured out death--

you know what won it?

The Sacramento gurney organization

and wasserstein in L.A.

You're really wound up.

I'm exhausted.

I'd sleep, except there's too much adrenalin.

I'll calm you down.

With what?

Oh, no. Not here.

The driver, he'll see.

He can't see anything.

Excuse me.

What's your name?

Finn, sir.

Can you see when the window's up?

No, sir.

Excuse us, will you?

No, no.

Oh, yes, yes.

No.

Micki: Rob.

I know you won't like this,

but the governor is grateful to me

for working on his campaign.

And, uh, well...

It's really a prestigious appointment.

Rob, the governor wants to appoint me

to the superior court.

Gesunden.

This means postponing

our family a little longer.

Rob: Postpone?

But you said when the election's over...

I had no idea he'd win.

You either win or lose.

I've been waiting.

But the superior court!

We've been postponing this for seven years.

You said--

we'd have kids sometime in the murky future.

This is the murky future.

Seven years, micki.

We tried. Don't forget the miscarriage.

How could I forget the miscarriage?

Be a judge later.

The governor's appointing somebody now.

I can't be a mother and a judge.

It wouldn't be fair to the baby.

There's no baby to treat unfairly.

I know you want a big family.

I'm not talking big.

I'm talking one.

Easy for men to want babies,

but women care for them.

I'll care for both of you.

I'll clean, scrub--

let's discuss this later, please?

I need some sleep.

I want to settle this.

This is the end.

Hello.

I'm not here, Leo.

No, Leo.

No!

No!

Because I'm having an argument.

The Cambodian string quartet

is playing the Pasadena civic.

One's being replaced by an American.

A woman!

They're rehearsing this afternoon.

Get somebody else.

Hap won't make a move without you.

Leo, hap's an idiot.

We hate each other.

I haven't been with my wife for ages.

Take tomorrow off.

You gave me tomorrow off.

This time I mean it.

No artificial dog organ stories.

Can you have dinner tomorrow night?

I cook, you bring wine?

Ok.

Darling, absolutely positively?

No breaking the date for any reason,

including nuclear incidents?

No breaking the date.

Ok. All right, Leo.

Ok? Good-bye.

The romance of journalism.

The Cambodian string quartet.

Oh, my god.

You're beautiful.

You're sweet.

You have such a capacity for giving.

You'd be such a good mother.

Good night.

Come on, micki, just one child?

A small one?

Wonderful.

The Cambodian string quartet,

minus their cellist.

This is maude guillory,

who replaced their cellist at the very last moment.

Why did they choose you?

I played with the kissimmee symphony

and I know the music.

Is language a problem?

I can't understand anything they say.

They can't understand me. No problem.

They point and I start playing.

Um...

You have wonderful eyes.

Cut. Cut.

Why'd you--

thank you.

We can't use that.

What difference does it make?

We're rolling.

I know.

What happened to the original cellist?

He got sick and went back.

That's a break for you.

That he got sick?

He's very gentle. I'm not that type.

I didn't mean--

she's ruining the...

I'm doing something wrong?

No, you're fine.

Why's the camera only on me?

-Keep rolling. -Cut.

Um...