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- Hey.
- Hi.
- Hanging in there.
- So glad you're here.
- It does.
- Oh. It was rough.
- That's the problem with chronic pain.
- It does, and then you're...
Okay, I think we need some closure...
with what happened to Nina last month...
because we all cared so much for her.
It's going to be hard,
but I am going to sit here
and pretend to be Nina.
And as you feel led,
I want you to verbalize to me...
to Nina...
how her suicide affected you.
- Okay?
- Okay. Yeah.
Okay.
Yes.
I just wanna say...
to you, Nina,
that I don't understand
how you could give up.
I'm sorry, Gail.
Can you forgive me?
What about your son?
He doesn't have a mother anymore.
Why the hell didn't you
reach out for help?
You could have called any one of us.
We'd have been there.
Will you forgive me?
What about you, Claire?
What about me?
Would you like to say something to Nina?
No.
You know,
it might make you feel better...
to get in touch with your feelings.
Well, then in that case,
yeah, I do have a question.
Go ahead.
She jumped off a freeway overpass.
Right?
Specifically,
where the 110 meets the 105?
Yes, but...
And is it true that she landed
on a flatbed truck...
that was full of used furniture
that was heading to Mexico?
Claire, we should be
focusing on our feelings.
And that no one discovered the body
until it reached Acapulco?
That was, like,
more than 2,000 miles away?
And that they then sent her body
back in a Rubbermaid cooler...
which then got stuck in Customs
for, like, a week...
before Nina's husband
could even claim it?
Way to go, Nina.
Personally, I hate it when suicides
make it easy on the survivors.
But please, continue.
Okay.
Here you go. Thanks.
- Keep all that.
- Oh, thanks.
What are you still doing here?
I make a dinner.
I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry.
You must to eat. Doctor says.
Quesadilla?
- What the hell. Sure, sure, sure, sure.
- Yeah.
Hi, Claire. It's Annette.
Listen, we all stayed late
after you left.
Anyway, not to minimize
your feelings in any way at all,
but we all agreed it might be best
if you found another group.
Maybe one to help you deal
with your anger issues?
We think you are
better served elsewhere.
That's all.
Good luck.
Hey, it's me.
Listen, you think I could come by
and pick up the rest of my stuff?
Maybe when you aren't there?
I think it's... prudent
if we don't see each other.
- Not yet.
- "Prudent."
Wonder where he learned that word.
- Ready?
- Oh, yeah.
I'm gonna eat this in a few minutes.
Okay? I just want some quiet time.
- Promise?
- Promise.
- On my mother's grave.
- But your mother lives.
- Here. I want you to take this for overtime.
- No, no, no.
- Silvana, come on.
- This isn't my way.
Go be with your family.
Okay. Thank you very much.
Don't forget...
Please do not set the alarm.
Oh, yeah, I know. I'm sorry.
It's okay. It's just... It's so loud.
Yes. Sleep well, I hope.
Night.
Shit.
Fuck me.
Oh, God.
Nice night, huh?
Good morning.
Good morning. Good morning.
Mrs. Bennett.
What time is it?
Oh, you're so cold.
Am I?
Yeah, you poor thing. Come.
Come, come.
Okay.
- Sorry.
- Mm-hmm.
Come. There.
No. That doesn't work.
- Yes. You have to do it.
- Mm-mmm.
- My sister has a big scar and it's gone.
- It wouldn't matter.
- You have to prove it.
- Mm-mmm.
Is good for you.
Okay, when I'm dressed,
I want to go to the clinic.
- What?
- Nothing.
Never take Crescent Heights.
How can you know?
- Because I can feel it.
- Oh.
Crescent Heights is like
being thrown in a burlap sack,
getting carted across the tundra
by a horse.
I don't understand.
Just...
Just make a left at the light
and take Fairfax, please.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry. Thank you.
Number 47.
Number 47.
- It's you.
- Oh.
Next time just say my name.
Trust me. No one gives a shit.
How's it going?
I'm doing really well.
That support group
has made all the difference.
Good. I thought it would.
Just other women.
Super supportive. Nonthreatening.
- Mmm, exactly.
- Great.
Gosh.
I can't seem to find the authorization
from your primary.
I... Dr. Shipman's office
said they sent it over.
I'm sure they did.
I'd lose my head
if it wasn't attached to my body.
Yeah. I know. I'm the same way.
I mean, I write reminders
about my reminders.
- Right.
- Hey, how is your daughter doing?
She's almost a senior.
It's hard to believe.
Thanks for asking.
Is she still interested in UCLA?
Who knows if alumni recommendations
mean anything anymore,
but let me know when she applies...
I'll be happy to write one.
We will definitely take you up on that.
You're too sweet.
I don't want to waste your time.
I'm gonna go ahead and give you a few
Percocets and OxyContin to tide you over.
- Just don't tell anyone.
- I'll call the office and have them re-fax it.
- Great.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- No, thank you.
- Keep up the good work.
- Yeah. I will.
You're doing really great.
No, no.
Put that... You can go home, Silvana.
- Is early.
- Not really.
It's not actually.
Well, maybe I wash patio, or...
Silvana, go home. Please.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Well... okay.
Don't do that.
Eres muy bonita.
Comprende?
Pretty.
Oh, you're full of shit.
Take your pants off.
No, no.
No.
Here.
I found those in the garage.
It's for your kids.
Thank you.
- So, your kids grew up?
- Good night.
You're late.
What's in the box?
For Felipe?
Did that bitch make you do that?
Silvana, drive me to the drug dealer.
She doesn't pay you enough
to put up with her shit, Ma.
If I were you, I would just quit.
Can I make you something to eat?
Well, it's true.
Arturo, go away.
I said, go away!
What the fuck do you want?
I could use something to drink.
Oh, God. Go away.
Go away.
Why are you such a cunt?
I hate to break it to you,
but I don't believe in ghosts.
That doesn't mean you're not a coward.
I know.
What's stopping you?
You don't believe in God...
or heaven...
or hell.
You don't believe in anything.
I know.
Do it right now.
- What?
- Just do it.
- Stop. Get away from me.
- Just do it.
- Don't be such a coward!
- Stop it! No!
Goddamn it, it hurts!
- I understand.
- You obviously don't!
Come on. Spread your legs a bit wider.
- Spread your pelvis.
- Shit.
- Did you feel your hip sockets loosen?
- I can't...
- You can.
- Jesus fucking Christ!
- What are you looking at?
- Hey.
- Shit.
- You have to focus.
- I am focused.
- No. No, you're not.
It fucking hurts.
Yeah, you had pins in your legs
for over a year.
It's gonna hurt.
Your doctor wants me
to write an assessment.
On what, my fancy ballet moves?
No, on why there's been
zero improvement in six months.
I have shown up
to every fucking appointment.
Well, then maybe you would do
better with... someone else.
Okay, great.
Where now?
South on the 110.
- Tell me when you get nearer to the 105.
- Okay.
So I was on break,
and I was looking like this.
And all of a sudden,
I see a lady climb up on the ledge.
And I'm like, oh, fuck,
she about to jump!
- What did you do?
- I started yelling at her.
And I was like,
"Don't jump! Don't jump!"
And I guess... I guess she couldn't
hear me 'cause it was so far.
H-How long before she jumped?
It was... It was a pretty long time.
Was it a few minutes before she jumped?
Maybe.
She wasn't a hundred percent certain.
Well, I wouldn't say that, 'cause...
'cause she did it, and...
and she was 100% successful.
Right.
I gotta go back to work. Okay?
Do we... Oh. Okay.
So, was she
a really good friend of yours?
Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Sorry to hear that.
Yeah.
What?
What are you doing?
- I'm just gonna take a look!
- Come back!
It's not safe!
Silvana, just stay with the car!
- It's not safe!
- It's okay.
Come back!
Well, hello, Claire. How are we doing?
Oh, we're doing great.
Well, that's super.
Did you find a... a new support group?
Oh, it's funny you brought that up.
I-I've actually decided
to sue the support group.
Goodness.
I mean, technically, I'm not suing
the support group, but Los Angeles County,
because they oversee the community
center that sponsors the group.
- Well, I...
- It's an interesting little case a few years ago.
I doubt you've even heard of it...
McDonnell vs. City of Glendale,
where it was ruled that support groups
could "discriminate"...
on the basis of membership,
but not when said discrimination
was legally prohibited,
I.e. race or religion...
or when it involved intangible...
or subjective personality traits,
i.e. Claire is a raving bitch.
But... but a lawsuit...
I'm kidding.
I just came here for Nina's address.
N-Nina from group?
The one who killed herself.
Yeah, that Nina.
Well, I'm certain I can't give you
that information. I'm sorry.
Well, remember when I said
I was kidding about the lawsuit?
Now I'm not.
- Hi.
- Hey.
I'm Claire.
Hi, Claire.
I lived in this house
when I was a little girl.
All right.
That probably sounds very strange.
No.
Well, I was wondering
if I could take a look.
But it... seems like...
that would be a bad idea
now that I'm standing here.
- No, no. Come in.
- Yeah?
Yeah. It's a bit of a mess
at the moment, but...
I see. Don't worry.
We... We changed some things.
- Right.
- We knocked out that whole kitchen.
Right. Wow.
- I like to entertain in there.
- Mmm.
I bet.
Could I take a look upstairs?
Yeah. Sure.
Okay.
So I'm guessing...
that this was your room.
Yeah.
But I didn't have SpongeBob
all over the walls.
I guess not.
I had more purples and pinks and...
Yeah? And what else?
Oh, let's see.
My... My mom painted a scene
from The Nutcracker suite...
on the wall there.
Yeah? What scene?
The one with the mice.
How old is...
- Casey.
- Casey.
- He's five.
- Five.
- That's a handful, huh?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
He... He...
You know, he sleeps at my mom's
'cause he has nightmares.
That's too bad.
- Mmm. Okay?
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
This is still the same.
We didn't do anything to the bedroom.
We were going to, but we didn't.
Kinda lost track.
You know?
- I should go.
- Yeah.
- Well, thank you again.
- Uh-huh.
Yeah, but it was interesting.
Well, I'm glad.
You know, your performance
was impressive.
But we didn't do a damn thing
to this house.
- Sorry?
- It was Annette. She called me after you left her.
Did you really threaten her?
Yes.
Why?
I don't know.
Honestly, I... I don't know.
Nina never even talked about you.
- Why did you let me go on like that?
- I don't know.
Just wanted to see
how far you'd go with it.
- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry.
It was fun. I enjoyed myself.
That's fucked up.
Well, so are you.
I want to go to Tijuana tomorrow.
- Why?
- To that pharmacy that I was asking you about.
A good idea?
You have a green card, right?
Yes.
But long drive.
If you don't want to go,
I'll just hire someone.
Okay. I drive.
Are we in Orange County yet?
I don't know.
Do you only see white people?
I don't know. Maybe.
Then we're in fucking Orange County.
Pretty houses.
Oh, I hated trials in Orange County.
A, you had to assume that
everyone was a fucking retard.
Or B, you had to assume that everyone
was a fucking right-wing Nazi sympathizer.
"Oh, hey,
I'm the card-carrying
ACLU defense attorney.
Please don't hold that
against my client...
and sentence him to death
for shoplifting."
Okay.
And don't get me started
on that fucking Nixon library.
You take your medicine today?
Would we be driving to Tijuana
if I took my fucking medicine today?
- So how does this work?
- I speak English.
Oh, great. Okay.
- What do you need?
- I made a list.
And then I checked on the Internet...
to see if they were different in Mexico.
This is a lot.
Are you trying to sedate a small city?
This is a very good soap.
No buy at home.
Get it. Get it.
Do you have prescriptions?
I thought we... I thought
we didn't need prescriptions.
Well, at the border, unless you have
prescriptions, they will take them away.
Okay, so what do we do? What do we do?
We open up Mary here.
That seems really, really tricky.
What if we get caught?
You're a rich white woman.
Have you ever been caught at anything?
Will you just get me something
other than Mary?
I have problems with anything religious.
I think you have bigger problems.
Perceptivo.
That's the one.
What was your favorite restaurant
when you lived here?
Are you hungry?
Yeah, I am hungry.
I know a very good place.
- But it... it's not cheap.
- Is that so?
Sky's the limit. Come on. Let's go.
Okay.
Who... Who is this guy again?
Saint Jude.
The saint patron
of lost and desperate causes.
Perfect.
- What?
- Silvana!
They are my friends,
Irma and Innocencia.
Oh. Nice to meet you.
Excuse me. I'll be right back.
Silvana, do you want
to go shopping more,
or do I have to get you home?
- Shopping.
- Yeah? Okay, great.
And, Silvana, thank you for lunch.
It was just wonderful.
Very nice to meet you ladies.
I always think you don't speak Spanish.
I understood a few words,
but mostly it was those bitches' attitudes.
- Thank you.
- De nada.
They are friends when I was young.
You know?
Now they are not friends.
Because of money.
That's fucked up.
That's life.
- What's going on?
- Maybe you sit up.
Well, I'd really rather not.
But it doesn't hurt you to sit up.
Silvana, I don't want to. It...
Maybe it's good to do now!
Please.
I need you to pull over, please.
Yes.
Oh, God. Shit.
May I make a phone call?
- To...
- My husband.
I just wanna let him know
that we're running late.
- Fine.
- Thank you.
Jason Bennett's office.
It's Claire.
Will you please put him through?
- He's on another call.
- This is important.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to make sure you got home okay.
Well, you could have called.
Well, your phone
always goes to voice mail,
and then you never really call me back.
Oh, right.
- Hey, Silvana.
- Mr. Bennett.
Good to see you.
You look so skinny. You know?
- Okay. We're okay.
- It's good to see you.
We're okay. You can leave now.
You're not gonna...
I don't get a thank you?
Oh, yes.
Thank you for abusing your position
within the federal government.
- To save your ass.
- For some stupid laundry detergent.
And whatever you put in that statue
that they didn't find.
Good-bye.
- Good-bye.
- Good-bye, Silvana.
Okay. Good-bye, Jason.
Maybe I should...
get the rest of my stuff while I'm here.
Not tonight. Wouldn't be prudent.
You know, you never called my assistant.
I know. I will call her tomorrow.
- You're lying.
- Boy, nothing gets past you?
That doesn't say "I'm leaving."
I'd love to know how you're doing.
All right.
I've been better.
I'm sorry.
This is gonna sound weird...
and full of all kinds
of inappropriate intentions.
I can handle.
And I don't want to
have sex or anything.
But would you just...
stay in my room with me
until I fall asleep?
Of course.
That was easy.
There you go.
Thank you.
Do you want me to lie down next to you?
No. The chair.
Okay.
You want me to tell you a bedtime story?
Yeah.
Y-Yeah.
Tell me a story...
where everything works out in the end
for the evil witch.
I can do that.
Thank you.
Once upon a time...
there was a queen...
who decided to travel to
a magical distant land called...
Tijuana.
Jason?
I need a ride.
I'm just running an errand.
I don't mind.
Thanks for not asking me
why I sit like this.
Or why you keep turning up at my house?
Look, I'm not a stalker.
I mean, not in the traditional sense.
I don't care.
It doesn't bother me either way.
I like your attitude.
Did a nice job. They were fast.
That granite?
Do you know where they got it?
I'm thinking of putting a kitchen
island in my backyard.
Oh, some Greek guy.
- I'll get you his card.
- That'd be great.
That'd be great.
She was 31.
Yeah.
I never would have thought that.
- Why is that?
- Just seemed younger.
- Can you...
- Oh, yeah.
- All right.
- Oh, sorry.
I think that's illegal.
I don't give a shit.
Oh, great. Thanks.
- Enjoy.
- I was just in Tijuana.
Yeah? What for?
This guy I was dating...
wanted to go down there
and get drunk on cheap booze...
and then watch women
have sex with donkeys.
I'm kidding.
I know.
- I was just down there for work.
- Yeah? What kind of work?
Nothing. Nothing interesting.
Right.
You know how my wife killed herself?
Yes.
Did she leave a note?
No.
Wow.
We did this exercise
in the suicide support group...
where the... your partner...
pretends to be the one who died.
Would you like to know
what I said to my beautiful wife?
Yeah.
Thank you for ruining my life.
Thank you for ruining Casey's life.
Thank you for leaving me
in this fucking mess.
I hate you so much I can barely breathe.
I hope you burn in hell.
'Cause that's where
you left me and Casey.
Think I might have scared my partner.
They might have thought
I was gonna bash their face in.
Do I scare you?
That's not a bad thing.
Cheers... mate.
- Cheers, mate.
- Yeah.
Careful.
Okay. I got...
Oh, that was a challenge.
Okay, I gotta get...
I gotta make something clear.
Oh. He said,
changing the mood of the room.
- Yeah.
- Seriously.
- Yes?
- I don't want to have sex.
- I know.
- Well, I just want to make that clear.
I know. I get it.
I don't like to sleep by myself either.
Very, very clear.
Oh!
Shit.
All right. That's enough.
All right,
enough with the fucking honesty.
Shit.
What's going on?
I took a fucking cab.
Why?
It dawned on me you are
more than a little depressed.
I didn't have your phone number.
You thought I was going to kill myself?
Not that that's actually
any of my business.
Well, I didn't.
I'm... alive.
- I see.
- Ta-da
Good. You're not dead.
I don't have to break in, call the police.
That's a relief.
You know, you just could've said
you wanted to come over.
Yeah, but what's the fun in that?
Oh, good girl.
Good girl. Good girl.
You know, there are
primitive people who think...
you steal a person's soul
when you take their picture.
- Hi, slut.
- Oh, hey.
Thanks for the Percocets.
What are you doing here?
He doesn't even like you.
I mean, he's in mourning for me.
He's not thinking clearly.
Would you give me a fucking break?
You just use people.
I know.
Fuck you.
Your language has really
degraded since group.
You know, I could hear him
yell, "Don't jump."
Don't jump!
Oh, shit! Shit!
What's going on?
I forgot my mom's dropping off Casey.
- Just stay here.
- Okay.
What happened to your face?
Would you mind letting me finish peeing?
Oh, God.
It's my birthday.
Happy birthday.
Can you give me a kite?
It's not your birthday.
Your birthday is next week.
Oh, right.
I want a big one. I want a shark kite.
I like any animal that bites.
You okay?
Yeah.
I'm good.
I'm absolutely fine, thank you.
Hear it? Yeah.
Water.
Like a family of them?
What do you think of that?
Everything's blue. That's silly.
Well, Picasso did it.
And that turned out pretty good for him.
- Now do this one.
- I wanna do that one.
All right.
I'll be right back.
I oughta smack that grin
right off of your fucking face.
- What?
- Oh, you heard me.
Leave me the fuck alone!
Yes?
I'm a friend of Claire's. I think
you drove her to my house one day.
Yes. Yes. She is sleeping now.
Very tired, you know?
- She... left this at breakfast.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
I might just wait here.
Excuse me?
I'm a bit worried about her.
Do you want to come in?
Claire.
- Claire.
- Oh, Jesus!
Sorry. Sorry.
Oh.
Is that you, or am I hallucinating?
No, it's me.
Prove it.
You're gonna have to trust me.
I lied about Nina not leaving a note.
It's not very original.
Silvana told me about your accident.
And your little boy.
Well, Silvana needs
to keep her fat mouth shut.
She cares about you.
I pay her to care about me.
It's not my fault she gets sentimental.
And don't you get sentimental either.
I can't save you.
I can barely save myself and my kid.
I'm not asking you to.
Silvana?
Yes?
Silvana, you have this habit...
of letting everyone into the house.
But he is a friend, no?
And I think you get angry, but...
Why? What?
I invite him and his boy...
for lunch the day after tomorrow.
- What?
- I make tamales.
- You love my tamales, no?
- I don't care.
I don't give a shit.
That's not the point.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Oh.
Well, what... what did he say?
He say yes.
Good.
Good.
Maybe you could make some
of those mango tamales too?
Yes.
- Anything more?
- Yes.
The next time someone
comes to the front door,
you have to ask me
before you let them in.
- Yes. Yes. Yes.
- Even if it's Jesus fucking Christ himself.
You don't have to say Jesus...
You gotta start making tamales,
and I gotta go shopping.
So let's do this.
Hi.
I really didn't think I'd see you again.
I have to get something off my chest.
Okay.
I am in a lot of pain.
I know.
You may know, but s...
sometimes I suspect that you think...
I'm this uncooperative old bitch...
who's just making all of this up.
Do you want to get better? Really?
No bullshit. Do you want to?
I do.
Annette. Annette.
Oh, come on. Annette, we need to talk.
I-I have nothing to say to you.
I really want to apologize.
I got in a lot of trouble.
You made me look very unprofessional.
I know... Well, I come
bearing conciliatory gifts.
- Like what, a poisoned apple?
- That's a good one.
No, I actually brought you
a really nice bottle of vodka.
What kind?
Big one, from Costco.
Show me.
Okay.
Put it on the floor.
What?
I accept your apology. You can put
the bottle on the floor and go home.
- You don't want me to hand it to you?
- No.
Fair enough.
Have a nice day.
You too, Claire.
Can I go swimming?
Well, you didn't bring your swimwear.
Oh.
- You can go in your underwear.
- No!
- All right. You can go naked.
- No.
I might have something he can borrow.
Yeah. Silvana needs time
to get the feast ready anyway.
So just hold on a sec.
You have to say thank you.
Hey, Silvana?
Silvana?
- What?
- Can you...
Can you just come
and help me for a second?
- Where are you?
- I'm in here.
- What are you doing here?
- I need...
I just need to find
a bathing suit for Casey.
- Maybe...
- I will find.
- Okay.
- I will find.
Thank you.
So I left my support group.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Had just too much anger.
It was tiring.
Anger feels so good.
I-It's just a drug.
I think I better go back
to work next week.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- I gotta get out of my head.
- They have great drugs for that.
Yeah. I think we gotta move too.
Wow. You're just filled
with resolutions today.
I'm not the one who got my hair done.
I didn't get my hair done.
- Why? What's wrong with my hair?
- Nothing.
It's very nice.
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
How can you still live here?
I like my house.
Yeah, but...
don't you feel like you're
surrounded by ghosts?
- No. No.
- You know what I mean.
- All the memories?
- No.
- Would you like some more wine?
- Yeah.
Okay.
Hey. Little pirate.
You want to dive for some treasure?
Ready?
I think we should applaud.
No, no. No, no.
Stop. No, no, no, no.
Just the plate. That's good.
I'm really glad you guys came to lunch.
Thank you. I am too.
- Silvana, ignore it.
- One second.
What'd you used to have on the wall?
Oh, just something.
I need to get something
that works better in the room.
- Sure.
- Mrs. Bennett.
- Hmm.
- Is a man. He ask for you.
- What's his name?
- He no say.
- Well, do you know who he is?
- No.
Then tell him to go away.
He's probably a Jehovah's Witness.
Well, I did it,
but he say he wait outside.
Oh, Jesus Christ. I'll just be a second.
He wouldn't say his name.
Get off my fucking property
before I call the police!
I'm sorry.
I wish I could do something.
I can't live with myself.
If... If I could switch places, I would.
I wanted to tell you that at the trial.
But my lawyers wouldn't let me.
Get out!
You piece of shit!
Get out of here! Get out!
I should fucking kill you!
- Get out of here!
- Claire. Claire, Claire.
Claire. Enough. Claire.
Silvana, don't you dare
take him inside this house!
- She's right.
- Please get the fuck out of here!
- You see that?
- That's it?
That's it, from all that celery.
Boy, it's beautiful.
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Don't jump!
Don't jump. Don't jump.
I like your cute 'do.
Thanks.
Wish I could say the same about you.
No, my makeover didn't take.
You're probably wondering
about the cake.
I didn't want to be rude, but yes.
Remember when Annette asked us what our
dream would be if we didn't have chronic pain?
God, I always hated
her drippy little exercises.
Yours was to have sex
with the entire Madrid soccer team.
And yours was sickeningly sincere.
What's wrong with a mother wanting to make
her son a birthday cake from scratch?
Everybody in the group cried
when I told mine.
Everybody except you.
I had my reasons.
I know that now.
I know you know.
To be honest,
I was never impressed
with the whole Saint Nina thing.
Saints don't jump off bridges.
I give you points for execution.
I thought you'd like that.
Make a wish.
Can't think of anything.
Doesn't matter. Just blow them out.
It's okay! It's okay! It's okay!
- Don't touch me! Don't touch me!
- Okay, I won't.
Please, no more drugs!
I said no more drugs!
Get this out of me! No!
Some help in here!
- It's okay.
- No! Oh, go...
Once a popular symbol of youth culture,
drive-in theaters have mostly
disappeared from the United States.
One of the last operating
drive-in theaters...
is in the California city of Riverside.
You should eat something.
How about that applesauce?
We went to a drive-in.
Who?
It was our first date.
We were law students at UCLA.
I should have known you were a lawyer.
Touch, Imelda.
It's Maylia.
But I do like my shoes.
Found out he liked Billy Joel.
Not in an ironic way.
Oh, I got so drunk on rum and Coke.
He held my hair back while I puked.
Kept rubbing my back,
saying,
"It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay."
That's nice.
I believed him.
We're going on a little trip, Silvana.
To home, yes.
No, to Riverside.
No. Only home.
Riverside. You'll see.
Are you okay?
I think I'm gonna like this.
Oh, Silvana.
Oh.
I can't...
Oh. We're out of Coke.
- Let me get it.
- No, no, please.
- I get it.
- No, no. Silvana, let me go.
I gotta get out of this car anyway.
- Do you want anything?
- No. No, thank you.
Careful.
It's really hard
without the drugs, isn't it?
It is unbelievably hard.
What would Saint Jude do?
I bet that son of a bitch
would lay down on those tracks...
and just let Union Pacific
put him out of his misery.
They need about a mile to stop, right?
More or less.
Okay.
Your last thoughts
are important, Claire.
They're all you get to take with you.
McDonald's french fries.
Coppertone Sunscreen.
I love that smell.
I was a mouse in The Nutcracker suite
three years in a row.
You were adorable.
I wanted to play Clara,
the Sugar Plum Fairy,
but my mom said
I wasn't graceful enough.
Claire. We're running out of time.
Say it, Claire.
Say it.
I was a good mother.
I was a good mother.
Mrs. Bennett!
Silvana.
Silvana.
God. Silvana, I've never
heard you this angry.
Jesus.
Silvana.
Okay. Ok...
Sil...
Silvana, I'm going to let you rant
in Spanish as long as you want...
'cause I can only imagine
how frustrated you must be with me.
- Silvana?
- What?
We have a bigger problem.
They said they'll deliver
the rental in the morning.
You call your family, okay?
Okay.
Oh, Jesus!
That's not gonna happen.
Oh, God.
I'll sleep on the chair.
- No, Silvana.
- I don't mind.
No. Please.
Good night, Silvana.
Buenas noches.
Oh!
- Can I help you?
- No. I wasn't going to steal anything.
Oh. Where'd you run away from?
- Boise.
- I've never been to Boise.
- It's beautiful.
- Let me guess.
You are on your way to LA.
Yeah.
So, what happened? Was it gory?
My parachute failed to open...
and I fell over 10,000 feet
to the ground.
- Did not.
- Did too.
- What's in LA?
- I'm gonna be an actress.
Yeah. That's a sad story.
I hate to tell you,
but you're gonna end up in porn.
'Cause that's what happens
to girls from Idaho.
Gross. I won't do porn.
Yes. This is what happens to bad girls.
I'm just trying to help you avoid...
some of the many mistakes
you seem so intent on making.
Are you always such a fucking shrew?
Someone took a Shakespeare class.
God, you know what sounds
so good right now?
A homemade yellow cake
with fudge frosting.
Tsk.
Want to make a hundred bucks?
I just want you to make me a cake.
Sure.
Okay. So the kitchen is in here.
Anything I can do to help?
Yeah. Stay out of my fucking way.
Okay.
Yes, I'd like to speak to Jason, please.
Yes... I'd like to leave a message.
Will you just tell him,
thank you for the gift.
Yeah.
Mrs. Bennett. Mrs. Bennett.
- Mrs. Bennett.
- What? What time is it?
Tomorrow. The girl stole.
She took your purse,
the money on the counter.
Oh, God.
Wow. I really underestimated her.
- I call the police.
- Oh, no, no, no.
Come on.
I'll just cancel my credit cards.
No, no, no, 'cause she does wrong
when you are sick.
She's...
- I knew from the beginning...
- I know.
She was a bad girl, you know?
- She's a kid.
- I told you.
I know you did.
That is homemade fudge frosting.
Taste that.
- This thief can cook.
- Right?
- Hey.
- Hey.
Is Casey here?
- He's playing at the neighbor's.
- Oh, good.
Good. Can I come in?
- Yeah.
- Thanks. Okay.
- Wait. Wait.
- What?
Just give me a second.
It's okay.
Never mind.