Sub by: JoeShmoe
[Women chatting in background]
CAKE
[Annette] 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?
[All] Okay, yeah.
Okay.
[Exhales big breath]
[Gail] 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?
[Gail] 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.
Okay in that case, I do have a question.
Go ahead.
You jumped off the 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?
[Annette] Claire, we should be focusing on our feelings.
And that no one discovered the body until...
it reached Acapulco, that's more than 2,000 miles away.
[Group member groans] Oh God.
And that they then sent the 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 survivors.
But please, continue.
[One group member sobbing]
Here you go. Thanks. Keep all that.
Okay.
[Claire] What are you still doing here?
- [Silvana in Spanish accent] I make a dinner. - I don't wanna eat. I'm not hungry.
You must to eat. Doctor says. Quesadilla.
- What the hell is this? - Yeah.
[Cell phone ringing]
[Annette voice message] Uh Claire, it's Annette..
Listen, we all stayed late after you left...
and we are not minimizing 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.
[Man on voice-mail] Hey, it's me.
Uh 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?!
I 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.
Ok here, why don't you take this.
No, no, no, no.
- Silvana, c'mon. - This isn't my way, no.
- Go be with your family. - Ok, thank you very much.
Don't forget. Please do not... set the alarm.
I know, I know.
- I'm sorry. - Ok, it's just it's so loud.
- Yes. Sleep well, I hope. - [Claire sighs]
Night.
Fuck me!
[Claire crying out and groaning]
Okay.
Huh!
Nice night, huh?
[Silvana whispers] Good morning.
Good morning. Good morning.
Mrs. Bennet.
What time is it?
Why are you so cold.
- Am I? - Yeah, you poor thing.
Come. Come Claire.
- No, it doesn't work! - Yes, you have to do it.
My sister has a big scar and it's gone.
- It doesn't matter. - You have to do it.
- Uh uh. - It's good for you.
Ok when I'm dressed, I'm gonna go to the clinic.
- What?! - Nothing.
Never take Crescent Heights!
- How can you know? - Because I can feel it.
Crescent Heights is like being thrown in a burlap sack...
and being carted across the tundra by a horse.
I don't understand.
Just... just make a left at the light...
and take Fairfax instead.
Okay.
LEAP FOR JOY! YOU ARE DOING GREAT!
[Nurse] Number 47. Number 47.
- That'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, non threatening.
- Exactly. - Great.
Oh shit.
I can't seem to find the authorization from your primary.
Dr. Shipman's office said they sent it over.
I'm sure they did.
I swear I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached to my body.
Yeah I know. I'm the same way.
- I write reminders about my reminders. - [Laughs]
- Right. - How's your daughter doing?
She's almost a senior. It's hard to believe. Thanks for asking.
- Is she still interested in UCLA? - Uh huh.
Who knows if alumni recommendations mean anything anymore but...
let me know when she applies. I'd be happy to write one.
We will definitely take you up on that.
You're too sweet.
I don't wanna waste your time. I'm gonna go ahead and get you a few Percocets...
and Oxycontin to tide you over. Just don't tell anyone.
And I'll call the office and have them re-fax it.
- Great. Thank you. - Okay.
- No, thank you. - Keep up the good work.
You're doing really great.
No, no. Put that... you can go home, Silvana.
- It's early. - Not really. No, actually.
- Well maybe I'll wash... patio... - Silvana, go home please.
- Really? - Yeah.
Well, okay.
[Loud knocking on door]
[Patio door slides open]
Not there.
You're my Juanita, comprende.
- Hmm. - Oh my.
- [??] Freaky? - Oh no, shit!
Take your pants off.
No no.
No.
Here. I found this in the garage. For your kids.
Thank you.
- Do your kids... - Good night.
[In Spanish] Wait. Wait...
Wait a second.
Why do you have that box?
Your boss gave it to me.
What do you mean my boss gave it to you?
Go ask her. She gave it to me.
You can't have it.
Go ask...
Look what you did you idiot.
You can't take any of this stuff.
If you take any of this, I swear...
I'll curse you, your kids and your grand-kids.
Crazy bitch!
Get out of here.
I'm here.
[Tina] You're late.
Tell me something new, sweetheart.
What's in the box?
Toys.
For Felipe?
No, I'm saving them for the senora.
Did that bitch make you do that?
Don't say that sweetie.
[Mimicking Claire] Silvana, drive me to the drug dealer.
I said, be quiet.
She doesn't pay you enough to put up with her shit, ma.
If I were you I would just quit.
But you're not me, alright?
Can I make you something to eat.
No, my stomach is bothering me. I don't feel so good.
It's that bitches fault.
I told you to be quiet.
So pretty with such an ugly mouth...
It's true.
Fuck.
[Claire moaning]
[Loud knocking on door]
Arturo, go away.
[Knocking continues]
I said go away!
[Knocking continues loudly and slower]
- What the fuck do you want? - I could use something to drink.
Oh god.
Go away.
Why are you such a cunt?!
I hate to break it to you, but I don't believe in ghosts.
Ah, it doesn't really matter coward.
I know.
What's stopping you? You don't believe in God...
heaven or hell.
You don't believe in anything.
I know.
What about now.
- What? - Just do it.
- Stop that. - Why don't you just do it.
Get away from me.
- Don't be such a coward. - Stop it!
No!
- [Claire] God damn it hurts. - [Bonnie] I understand.
No, you obviously don't.
C'mon, spread your hips a bit wider.
Spin your pelvis. You feel your hip sockets loosen?
I can't.
- You can. - Jesus fucking christ!
What are you looking at!?
Hey!
- You have to focus. - I am focused.
- No, no you're not. - It fucking hurts.
You've had pins in your legs for over a year. It's gonna hurt.
Your doctor wants me to write an assessment.
Ah right, c'mon. Fancy ballet moves?
No, I'm worried that it's been zero improvement, in six months.
I have shown up to every fucking appointment.
Well maybe you would do better with a... someone else.
Oh, okay.
- [Silvana] Where now? - South on the 110.
- Tell me when you get near the 105. - Okay.
[Road worker] 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 bout to jump.
What did you do?
I started yelling at her and I was like, "don't jump, don't jump".
And I guess she couldn't hear me...
cause it was so far.
Well 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 100 percent certain.
Well I wouldn't say that cause... cause she did it and...
she was 100 percent successful.
Right.
[Worker] Oh look, 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?!
[Horns blaring]
[Claire] Okay you guys, I just wanna take a look.
Come back. It's not safe.
Silvana, just stay with the car.
- It's not safe. - It's okay.
Come back!
[Claire gasps]
Oh.
- Well, hello Claire. How are we doing? - Oh we're doing great!
Well, that's super. Did you find a new support group?
Oh it's funny you brought that up.
I've actually decided to sue the support group.
Goodness.
I mean technically I'm not suing the support group...
but... Los Angeles County cause they oversee...
the community center that sponsors the group.
Well..
It's an interesting little case a few years ago, I thought you would have heard of it.
McDonald 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's a raving bitch.
Well but, but a lawsuit...
I'm kidding.
I just came here for Nina's address.
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.
Remember when I said I was kidding about the lawsuit?
- Uh huh. - Now I'm not.
- Hi. - Hey.
- I'm Claire. - Hi, Claire.
I lived in this house when I was a little girl.
- Oh. - That probably sounded very strange.
No.
Well I was wondering if I could take a look...
but... seems like that would be a bad idea, now that I'm standing here.
Sure, come in.
- May I. - Sure it's a bit of a mess.
You know, but uh...
I uh, I'm trying some things.
- Right. - We knocked out the whole kitchen.
Right, wow...
- Now we can dine in there. - Hmm, I'll bet.
Uh, could I take a look upstairs?
Yeah, sure.
Okay.
So I'm guessing that this was your room?
Yeah.
I didn't have the Sponge Bob mural in those days.
- I guess not. - I was more purples and pinks and...
And what else?
Ah, let's see, my mom painted a scene from the Nutcracker Suite on the wall.
- What scene? - The one with the mice.
- How old is um... - Casey.
- Casey's... - Five.
Five, that's a handful, huh?
[Laughs] Yeah.
He uh, he sleeps at my mum's cause he has nightmares.
That's too bad.
- Okay? - Uh huh.
[Roy starts slowly down stairs]
[Roy runs back up stairs]
Yeah, this is still the same.
We didn't do anything to the bedroom.
We were gonna but we didn't.
Kind of lost track, you know.
I should go.
- Well thank you, again. - Uh huh.
And...
- Well it was interesting. - Well I'm glad.
Yeah your performance was impressive.
We didn't do a damn thing to this house.
- So... - Annette, she called me after you left her.
Did you really threaten her?
Yes.
Why?
I don't know. Honestly... I don't know.
You and Nina never even talked about it.
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, that's fine.
I enjoyed myself.
- That's fucked up. - So are you.
Uh... I wanna go to Tijuana tomorrow.
- Why? - To that pharmacy I was asking you about.
- Not a good idea. - You have a green card, right?
Yes.
- But no drive... - Silvana if you don't wanna go, I'll just hire someone.
Okay, I'll try.
- Are we in Orange Country yet? - I don't know.
Do you only see white people?
I don't know, maybe.
That means fucking Orange County.
Pretty houses.
Ah I hated trials in Orange County.
A. you assume that everyone's a fucking retard...
or B. you have to assume that everyone is a fucking right wing Nazi sympathizer.
Hey I'm Claire the 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.
Did you take your medicine today?
Would we be driving to Tijuana if I took my fucking medicine today?!
[Upbeat Spanish music playing]
- Alright so how does this work? - Don't worry, 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 available in Mexico.
It's a lot. Trying to sedate a small city?
- This is a very good soap. I need it at home. - Get it, get it.
- Do you have prescriptions? - 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...
That's very 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.
Perceptive.
Ah, that's the one.
What was your favorite restaurant when you lived here?
- Are you hungry? - Yeah.
I am hungry.
I knew a very good place, but it's not cheap.
- Skyâs the limit. C'mon. Let's go. - Okay.
- Who's this guy again? - San Judas Tadeo.
Saint Jude.
The saint patron of lost and desperate causes.
Perfect.
- What? - Silvana?
Ay Chatita...
What a surprise! How are you?
Very good. What a miracle!
This is Mrs. Bennet.
- My friends Irma and Innocencia. - Oh, nice to meet you.
Delighted.
Chatita, I heard a rumor...
that Nuncio can't find a job.
No, my husband has a job.
Is that right?
Yes, of course. He has a great job.
He's building pools. Really big pools.
- Really? - Yes, really nice ones.
I'll be right back.
How is Christina?
My daughter is doing really well, thank you.
She was always so beautiful. Did she finally get married?
No, she's not married yet... She is a nurse.
That's what happens in America.
Silvana do you wanna go shopping more or do I have to get you home?
- Shopping. - Yeah? Okay great.
Excuse me. Your change senora.
Silvana, thank you for lunch. It was just wonderful.
Very nice to meet you ladies.
Well, ladies. It was good to see you.
Maybe we'll see each other again soon.
Goodbye Chatitas. All the best.
I was afraid you don't speak Spanish.
I understood a few words, but mostly it was those bitches attitudes.
- Thank you. - De Nada [You're welcome].
They are friends when I was young, you know. Now they're not my friends.
Because of money.
- That's fucked up. - That's life.
- What's going on? - Why don't you sit up.
I'd really rather not.
But it doesn't hurt you to sit up.
- Silvana, I don't want to. - Maybe it's good to do now.
Please!
- I need you to pull over, please. - Yes.
Oh god. Shit!
Can I make a phone call?
- To who? - My husband.
I just wanna let him know we're running late.
Alright.
Thank you.
- [On phone] Jason Bennets office. - It's Claire. Will you please put me through.
- He's on another call. - This is important.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to make sure you got home okay.
- You could have called. - Well...
Your phone always goes to voice-mail and you never really call me back.
Oh, right.
Hey.
- Silvana. - Mr. Bennet.
Good to see you. You look thin, you know.
- Good to see you. - We're okay.
We're okay. You can leave now.
Uh 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.
Goodbye.
Goodbye Silvana.
Okay, goodbye Jason.
Uh, maybe I should...get the rest of my stuff while I'm here?
Not tonight.
Wouldn't be prudent.
- You never called my assistant. - I know, I will call her tomorrow.
- You're lying. - Couldn't get it past you, huh.
That doesn't say I'm leaving.
I'd love to know how you're doing.
[Sobbing slightly] I've been better.
I'm sorry.
This is gonna sound weird and full of all kinds of inappropriate intentions...
I can handle it.
And I don't wanna have sex or anything...
could 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. That's ok. - Ok.
Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?
Yeah.
Yeah, tell me a story.
Where everyoneâs angry at the evil witch.
I can do that.
Thank you.
Once upon a time...
This lady traveled to a magical, distant land called... Tijuana.
Jason?
[Claire sighs]
[Door closes]
I need a ride.
- Just running an errand. - Never 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.
- Okay. - I mean not in the traditional sense.
I don't care. It doesn't bother me either way.
I like your attitude.
NINA COLLINS JULY 25,1982 - MARCH 19,2014 BELOVED WIFE AND MOTHER
[Roy] Did a nice job. Real fast.
- [Claire] Is that granite? - Uh huh.
Do you know where they got it?
I'm thinking of putting a kitchen island in my back yard.
- Some Greek guy. I'll get you his card. - That'd be great.
Great.
- She was 31. - Yeah.
- I never would have thought that. - Why's that?
She just looked younger.
[Chimes ringing]
- Could you uh... - Oh yeah.
- Give me that. - Okay.
MOM
- I think that's illegal. - I don't give a shit.
Oh great, thanks.
- I was just in Tijuana. - Oh, what for?
This guy I was dating.
He wanted to go down there and get drunk on cheap booze...
and then watch women have sex with donkeys.
- I'm kidding. - Good.
- I was just down there for work. - What kind of work?
Nothing, nothing interesting.
- Really? - Uh huh.
You know how my wife killed herself?
Yes.
Did she leave a note?
No.
I did this exercise in the suicide support group where they...
your partner pretends to be the one who died.
Do you want 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 breath.
I hope you burn in hell.
Cause that's where you left me and Casey.
Hell I scared my partner.
They might have thought I was gonna bash their face in.
- Do I scare you? - Uh huh.
But that's not a bad thing.
- Cheers... mate. [He's Australian] - Cheers mate.
Okay.
Oh, that's a challenge.
Okay, we gotta get...
- I gotta make something clear. - Ooh he said, changing the mood of the room.
- Seriously. - Yes.
- I don't wanna have sex. - I know.
- I just wanna make that clear. - I know.
I get it. I don't like to sleep by myself either.
Very Claire clear.
Shit! Oh...
[Billy Joel's "Honesty" plays] ♪Honesty♪
♪ is hardly ever heard♪
♪And mostly what I need from you ♪
- ♪I can find a lover♪ - [Singing along] I can find a lover
- ♪I can find a friend♪ - I can find a friend
- ♪I can have security♪ - [Humming]
- ♪until the bitter end♪ - [Continues humming]
Oh that's enough of that [turns off music]
Enough of the fucking honesty.
Shit.
[Ringing doorbell persistently]
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 think I was going to kill myself? - Not that that's any of my business.
- I didn't. I'm alive. - I see.
- [??] Didn't die. - Good, you're not dead.
I'd have to break in, call the police, whoo.
It's a relief.
You know you just could have 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 plenty of people who think...
you steal a person's soul when you take their picture.
[Roy snoring]
- Hi slut. - Oh, hey.
Thanks for the Percocet.
What are you doing here? He doesn't even like you.
He's in mourning for me.
- He's not thinking clearly. - Give me a fucking break.
You just use people.
I know.
Fuck you!
Your language is very degrading to this group.
You know, I could hear him yell "don't jump".
Don't jump... don't jump!
[Doorbell rings]
- Oh Jeez... jeez. - What's going on?
I forgot my mum's dropping of Casey. He's staying here.
What happened to your face?
Um...
Would you mind letting me finish... peeing.
Oh God.
[Casey] 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 actually fine, thank you.
[Inaudible. Roy talking to Casey]
[Roy] What are you drawing?
[Casey] Water.
- [Roy] You got the camera ready? - [Casey] Uh huh.
[Roy talking to Casey inaudible]
What do you think of that?
Everything's blue. That's silly.
Well Picasso did it and that turned out pretty good for him.
[Roy] Now do this one.
- [?? Casey says something inaudible] - [?? Roy replies, inaudible]
[Inaudible Roy and Casey talking]
I'll be right back.
I outta smack that thing right off of your fucking face.
What?
Oh you heard me. Leave me the fuck alone!
- Yes? - I'm a friend of Claires.
I think you drove her to my house one day.
Oh yes. She's sleeping now.
Very tired, you know.
- She left this... - Yeah, give it to me.
- I'll just wait, here. - Excuse me?
I'm a bit worried about her.
Do you want to come in?
[Chimes tinkling]
Claire. Listen Claire.
Oh, Jesus!
I'm sorry... sorry.
- Is that you or am I hallucinating? - No, it's me.
Prove it.
You'll have to trust me.
I lied about Nina not leaving a note.
It's not very original.
FORGIVE ME
Silvana told me about your accident.
And your little boy.
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 or my kid.
I'm not asking you to.
Silvana?
Yes?
Silvana, you have this habit... of letting everyone into the house.
But he's 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'll 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.
Well what did he say?
He say yes.
Good.
Maybe you can make some of those mango tamales too.
- Yes, whoo, 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.
- Claire. - 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...
sometimes I suspect you think that 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 have nothing to say to you. - I really wanna apologize.
I got in a lot of trouble.
You made me look very unprofessional.
- I come bearing conciliatory gifts. - Like what, a poison apple?
That's good. 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.
- Do you want me to hand it to you? - No.
Fair enough.
- Have a nice day. - Thank you Claire.
Can I swim?
- You didn't bring your swimwear. - Oh.
- You can go in your underwear. - No.
- Alright you can go naked. - No.
I might have something he can borrow.
Yeah, Silvana needs time to get the feast spread anyway, so...
Just hold on a sec.
You have to say thank you.
Hey, Silvana?
- Silvana?! - Yes?
Can you... can you just come and help me for a second.
Where are you?
I'm in... oh...
- What are you doing here? - I need to...
I just need to find a bathing suit for Casey.
- Maybe... - I will find it.
- Thank you.
I left my support group.
- Oh. - Yeah, there was just... too much anger.
- It was tiring. - Hmm.
- Anger feels so good. - It's just a drug.
I think I'm gonna go back to work, next week.
- Really. - Yeah, I gotta get out of my head.
- They've got great drugs for that. - Yeah.
I think I'm gonna move too.
- You're full of resolutions today. - I might wanna get 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.
Maybe, but don't you feel like you're surrounded by ghosts?
No... no.
- You know what I mean. All the memories. - Why don't you try some wine?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Okay.
Hey, little pirate. Wanna dive for some treasure? Okay, gold.
Ready?
[Sound of Roy and Casey playing in the pool in the background]
I think we should applaud.
No, no, no. That's okay.. that's okay.
- I'm really glad you guys came to lunch. - Thank you. I am too.
[Doorbell rings]
- Silvana, ignore it. - [Silvana] One second.
What did you used to have on the wall?
Oh just something, I need to get something that works better in the room.
- [Silvana] Mrs. Bennet? - Hmm?
- There's a man, he asks for you. - What's his name?
- He not say. - Well do you know who he is?
- Nope. - Well tell him to go away.
He's probably a Jehova's witness.
Well I did but he say he wait outside.
Oh, Jesus Christ, I'll have to do it myself.
He won'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 I can switch places, I would. I wanted to tell you that, at the trial.
But my lawyers wouldn't let me.
- You piece of shit. Get out of here. Get out! - [Dog barking furiously in the next yard]
- Damn you. I should fucking kill you. - [Dog continues barking wildly]
[Roy] Claire, enough!
[Claire continues cursing Leonard while dog is barking loudly]
- [Leonard] I'm sorry. - Silvana don't you dare take him inside this house.
- She's right. - Please get the fuck out of here.
[Sound of TV playing in background becomes more and more distorted]
[Distorted TV sounds continue with other distorted trippy sounds and rumbling]
- [Claire] Oh, god... oh god. - [Distorted sounds continue]
[Silence]
[High pitched laser sound as Claire flashes back]
[Worker's voice] Don't jump.
[Sound of car skidding and crashing]
[Woman's voice in flashback] Don't jump, don't jump]
[Flashback noise fades out]
[Silvana's voice echoing in prayer inaudible]
[Claire mumbles inaudible]
- I like your cute do. - Thanks.
- Wish I could say the same about you. - No. I might go with a [??] bouquet.
You're probably wondering about the cake.
I didn't wanna 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.
- I can't think of anything. - Doesn't matter. Just blow them out.
Claire starts screaming.
- [Nurse] It's okay, it's okay. - [Claire screaming] Ah, don't touch me!
- Okay I won't. - Don't touch me. Please no more drugs.
I said no more of this shit!
- Get this out of me.
- [Nurse] I need help in here! - No, no...
- [Nurse] It's okay. - Oh god.
[On TV] Once a popular symbol of youth culture...
Drive in theaters have mostly disappeared in 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.
- Touche, Imelda. - It's Melaya.
But I do like new shoes.
Found out I like Billy Joel.
Not in an ironic way.
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.
[Claire groans]
- We're going on a little trip, Silvana. - To home, yes.
- No it's Riverside. - No, only home.
Riverside! You'll see.
[Claire moans in pain]
Are you okay?
[Claire groaning]
[Dance music from movie playing on screen]
[Silvana and Claire laughing]
[Claire in pain] Oh, Silvana.
We're outta Coke.
- I'll get. - No, no Silvana.
- No, no, I'll get. - No Silvana, let me go.
I gotta get out of this car anyway.
- You wanna drink? - No, no nothing.
[Claire yelps in pain]
Careful.
[Train passing by]
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.
Great.
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.
[Sound of train whistle blowing in the distance]
Say it, Claire.
Say it.
I was a good mother.
- [Silvana] Mrs. Bennet. - Silvana.
Now that's it, senora. That's it...
I've been trying to deal with your bad attitude, your insults...
but I can't take it anymore.
You sleep with any low-life who walks in front of you...
- Silvana. - you get drunk, you use drugs...
Silvana!
and on top of it all you treat me like a dog, and pay me like a dog!
- God, Silvana I've never heard you this angry. - I don't know why I worry about you.
I don't know why I light candles to the Virgin Mary and ask her to protect you.
You know what, senora, you want to kill yourself?
- Then kill yourself. Kill yourself! - Silvana...
Forgive me sweet Mary for saying these things, but I'm only human.
You have so much good, so much beauty in your life...
and what did you do? You drove Mr. Bennet away when all he wanted was to take care of you.
He lost his child too!
Silvana, I'm gonna let you rant in Spanish as long as you want...
because I can only imagine how frustrated you must be with me.
I'm not frustrated, senora.
"Frustrated" is too small a word to describe what I'm feeling.
I should've left you months ago, you know.
- Silvana. - What?!
We have a bigger problem.
This is all we need!
They said that they would bring the rental in the morning.
You call your family, okay.
Okay.
Oh, Jesus. That's not gonna happen.
[Claire] Oh thank God.
- [Silvana] I'll sleep in the chair. - No.
- Silvana no. No, please. - I don't mind.
- Good night, Silvana. - Buenos Noches.
Oh!
- Can I help you? - No, I wasn't gonna steal anything.
Ah, 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 ten thousand 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...
that you seem so intent on making.
Where you always such a fucking shrew.
[Claire laughs]
Oh, someone took a Shakespeare class.
God you know what sounds so good right now?
A homemade yellow cake with fudge frosting.
Wanna make 100 bucks?
I just want you to make me a cake.
Sure.
Okay, so, the kitchen... is in here. Anything I can do to help?
Uh, no. Stay out of my fucking way.
Okay.
HE BELONGS HERE.
Yes. I'd like to speak to Jason, please.
Yes, um, I'd like to leave a message.
Would you just tell him, thank you for the gift.
Yeah.
[Silvana] Mrs. Bennet. Mrs. Bennet. Mrs. Bennet!
What, what's...
- What time is it? - Tomorrow. The girl stole.
She took your purse, the money on the counter.
Oh God.
- You underestimate me. - I call the police.
Oh, no, no, no, no. It's fine. I'll just cancel my credit cards.
Not only, because...
- She [??] - 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.
[Silvana] Hmm.
- This thief can cook. - Right.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Is Casey here? - He's playing at the neighbors.
Okay. Can I come in?
- Sure. - Thank you.
- Wait. - What?
Just give me one second.
All right. Never mind.
[Car starts]
[Exhales]
Sub by: JoeShmoe