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- 5-910, unit 44.
5-910, unit 44.
- Where are you going?
- Did you take it?
- Take what?
- The money mother hides up here, what else?
- No.
- Well it's not fucking here, Devin.
Goddammit.
Where the fuck did she put it?
- Someplace you won't find it.
How are you?
- Rehabilitated.
Goodbye.
- Four goddamn months.
Four goddamn months you've been gone, girl
and this is the best you can say?
- What would you like me to say, mother?
- Well I don't know, Myca.
How 'bout I'm sorry
or I fucked up or I won't do this again?
I mean you know what this does to your sister.
- Sure.
Whatever.
- Just once, Devi.
Don't follow her.
- Mmm.
Goddamn.
- Surprised your sister let you out so soon.
I hear she's been exceptionally fucked up
since you took off.
- Devin's fine.
She's at home.
It's 175.
I tried to get more.
- The deal was 350.
- I know.
I came up short.
- I didn't hear that.
Where in the fuck's the rest?
- Hey, this is me you're talking to, Caleb.
Not one of your little punk-ass speed freaks.
I thought I could come to you with this.
- You can.
Look, Myca. I can't get busted again.
If I'm gonna do this thing for you, I gotta get what's mine.
- Get on your knees.
- What the fuck for?
- Get
on
your knees.
I need it, Caleb.
Tomorrow night.
- Yeah, that's what you said.
- No excuses, no bullshit.
Deal?
- Yeah.
Deal.
- Jesus.
Devin?
Devin.
Devin, come on.
Devin, get up.
Come on, Devin.
Fuck.
C'mon, Devin.
Hey, hey, hey.
Fuck.
I'm sorry, Devin.
I'm so fucking sorry I left.
I'm sorry.
I had to. I had to.
Sorry.
D, we're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be fine.
We're gonna start over tomorrow, okay?
Hey, we're gonna start over tomorrow.
Just you and me, okay?
Just like it used to be.
Just you and me, okay?
Hey, you're gonna be okay.
- Do you think Leni'll be mad about the bathroom?
- She'll be too sloshed to notice.
And even if she does, blame it on me.
She'll believe it.
- Thanks.
- So when's band practice?
-30.
- Am I invited?
- Sure. Just be cool, Myca.
- Pssh, I'm cool.
- So I'm standing there and then this kid runs past me
and knocks me on my ass.
I'm like, "Whoa, yesterday was 4/20.
Today is Record Store Day.
Get outta my way."
- Chill, Sheila. Sit down.
Sheila.
What's she doin' here?
I thought we had an agreement.
- We said she could come back.
- No, you said she could come back.
We, as in the majority of the band
said she can kick fucking rocks.
- She came to say hi.
- Hi, there's the door.
- Guys, come on.
- No, Gwen.
How many times has this chick skipped town
and left us high and dry?
Now I don't know about the rest of you,
but we have a gig at Firebrand tomorrow night.
And Devin, I love you like family.
But I'll be damned if you let her fuck that up for us.
- I'm right here, Rachel.
You can talk that shit to my face.
- Rachel, don't- - No, Gwen. Come on.
Let her come.
I don't give a fuck!
- My way.
That's how it's gonna be, huh?
Her over us?
- She's my sister.
Back
off.
- You know what, Rachel?
You can just.
Fuck.
- Go on, chase her.
That's what you do.
- I'm here.
- Stay away from us, you wretched creature.
- Oh, that one hurt.
- Maybe you should see the doctor.
- Yeah, like we have the money for that.
No, I got it.
Yeah.
Do you have it?
I'll call when I'm free.
Be available.
- You're not goin' out tonight, are you?
- Definitely not.
- So you're really not gonna tell me
why you need this?
- No.
I'm not.
- Right.
Just curious.
- Stay curious.
- Myca, wait.
- What?
- I brought a few grams.
- Okay.
Bye.
- Hey.
- What?
- You're just gonna vanish again, aren't you?
I mean that's what you do, right?
- Dude, fucking spare me.
- Yeah, that's what I thought.
You know, this is shit's gettin' old.
Real old.
Do you even want me or am I just a fuck for favors?
- Guess.
Goodnight, Caleb.
- No, fuck that!
You're just like your drunk slut mother.
- I'll make this very simple.
You're weak.
You're a pushover and a piss-poor drug dealer.
You're good for a few grams.
And if I think hard about somebody else, a passable orgasm.
We are not
friends.
I do not want you.
I don't care about you.
You do favors for me because you want to fuck me.
That's what people do, Caleb.
They use each other.
So deal with it.
And if you ever compare me to my bitch mother again,
I swear to fucking God
I will incinerate you.
We're done.
- Hey. - Hey.
- I guess you heard about Sheila.
- What about her?
- She was popped for coke.
Happened some time this morning.
Landlord found it or something, called the cops.
- What?
- She hasn't been charged yet,
but they're holding her overnight for sure.
You're sure you didn't know that?
- I'm sure, Gwen.
- Well.
Look, I talked with Rachel.
We don't like it, but Myca can play the show tonight.
She's our only option.
But if she does something to hurt the show
or if we hear that she had anything to do
with what's going on with Sheila, we're out.
That's it.
See ya tonight?
- She shouldn't be here.
- But she is.
So let's just do what we came here to do.
- I can't believe we're doing this, man.
Fucking Firebrand.
How many years did we talk about
blowing the roof off this place?
- How are you feeling?
- I'll live.
I'm fine.
Really. Don't worry about me.
- Can I ask you something?
- Yeah, sure.
What's up?
- It's about Sheila.
- What about Sheila?
- Shatter Machine, you're on in five.
- Myca.
- Well I hope it was good for you, baby.
'Cause we're done, ya hear me?
Fucking done!
- Myca.
Myca, stop.
Myca!
Myca.
- I just need more.
I'm sorry you had to see that.
I'm sorry I fucked up the show.
I'm just sorry, Devin.
For all of it.
- What happened to you?
- Thank you, Devi.
No.
No, no, no.
Stop it.
Stop it!
Fuck.
Fuck!
- You really can't be here.
- I can't do it.
I can't handle this, D.
I thought I could, but I can't.
- What happened?
- It got fucking worse is what happened.
- We have to do it.
We have to.
- Do what?
- Kill her!
The bitch that did this to me.
- Myca.
- You know, I thought if anyone would understand,
if anyone would have my back no matter what, it'd be you.
- I do have your back.
- So help me make this right!
- There's gotta be another way.
- I told you nothing
fucking works!
I need you, D.
I can't do this alone, not all fucked up the way I am.
- I think we should- - We should what?
- Get you help,
real help.
- Fuck you too.
- Don't leave.
- This all for you tonight?
$1.60.
- Oh, shit.
I actually do need some drain cleaner.
Would you grab that for me?
- Do you need any brand in particular?
- Just your cheapest.
- I know just the one.
- Caleb, what the fuck?
- I should ask you the same thing,
stealing my shit and giving it to some little bitch
who goes off and gets busted.
With my drugs?
That's low, Myca.
Even for a cunt like you.
- What are you talking about?
- Sheila Wagner.
She got busted with the shit that you took from me
and now people are asking questions, the wrong people.
- I don't have time for this.
- You're gonna make time.
- What do you want from me, Caleb?
An apology?
- No, you fucked up this time, Myca.
You fucked up real bad.
- Shit!
- Cut her off.
Don't let her get away.
I didn't want this, Myca.
But you, you made me do this.
I wanted you.
I did everything I could for you and what do you do for me?
You spit in my face!
You bitch!
What's so goddamn funny?
- You're fucking pathetic.
- Fuck you, Myca.
- Hey.
Reach up.
Finally.
Fuck!
- Myca.
Myca, please get in.
Myca, please.
- Fuck off.
- Myca, please stop.
- Why, so you can take me somewhere to get me real help?
Fuck you.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I said that.
Myca.
Get in the car please?
I was wrong, okay?
- You were? - Yes.
- If you try to take me home or back to town,
I swear I will jump right out of this fucking thing.
- I know.
- You were there last night in the alley, right?
I wasn't sure if I dreamed that part or not.
- I was there.
What happened to Caleb?
- I bit him.
His goon showed and fucking split.
- You left me there.
- I'm sorry.
- And you're leaving me now.
- I don't have a choice, D.
I'm doing this with or without you.
I mean look at me.
- I can't lose you again.
- Then don't.
Shit.
- Hey Gwen?
I need a favor.
I need you to look after Leni for a few days, maybe longer.
Myca and I,
we had to leave town for awhile.
I just need know that she'll be okay when we're gone.
Can you do it or not?
Thanks.
Key's under the rug.
- No matter what happens,
no matter what you see,
no matter how fucked up things get in there,
you cannot black out.
If you go down, I won't be able to pull you out.
Just do everything that I said and we'll be okay.
It'll be over soon, I promise.
- I have to tell you something.
- Tell me when it's over.
Wait here.
No.
Goddammit!
Goddamn you.
- Girl runs away from home,
moves to the big city to start over.
Blows through all of her cash in about a week,
starts hustling to try to make it all back.
Am I warm?
- Myca?
- No!
- Myca, stop! - Fuck you!
- Myca! - Fuck you!
- Myca, stop! - No!
No!
- You've reached the voice mailbox of Gloria Olsen,
chief financial officer of Olsen & Wail.
I'll be out of town
for the remainder of the month on personal leave.
If this is an emergency,
you may reach me at my home in Browning, Ohio.
The number there is 216-675-7754.
Thank you and have a nice day.
- I'm going, D.
To Ohio.
If you don't wanna come, I understand.
- I'm not leaving you.
- You freaked, D.
You almost didn't make it out.
- You almost didn't either.
What happened back there?
- What do you see when you black out?
- You've never asked me that before.
- I'm asking now.
- Mostly it's
just black.
Sometimes I see my dad and
the stuff he did to me and my mom.
- I know about seeing fucked up stuff.
Ever since this shit started, I keep having these goddamn.
I don't know what they are.
Sometimes I'm not even asleep yet and I see it.
- See what?
- The bedroom I grew up in,
the one on Melrose.
You know with the ugly wallpaper.
We used to call it-
- The violet room.
I remember.
- Yeah, the violet room.
I keep picturing myself there, D.
And there's all of these people just
fucking ripping me apart.
There's blood everywhere and I look for someone to help me,
but there's no one there.
I'm alone.
- The next time you're there,
find me.
- There was the old magic sign.
Much of this man won't let him, God rest her soul.
- Don't you got anywhere to be?
- It's cool, Mrs. Murray.
My shift doesn't start for another hour.
- You know you don't gotta look after me like this, right?
- Yeah, well I think it's what Devin would want.
- You heard from her?
- Not since the other day.
- Goddamn, Myca.
You know, she's only been back a week
and she's already been spewin' her venom.
- I'm sure they're fine.
They probably just went to catch a show or somethin'.
- Mm-mmm.
No, no.
It ain't like Devi to just up and leave like that.
It ain't like her at all.
No, whatever those two girls are up to, it's trouble.
- You don't have to bring her everywhere, you know?
We'll be gone two seconds.
Come on.
- I need smokes.
Grab my brand?
- All right, this is a robbery!
All right, man. Cash in the bag right now.
Stop starin' and start stuffin'!
- Shit.
Devin, fuck.
- You got a car outside?
- No, no, no.
- You, you got a car?
You got a car outside?
C'mon, keys right now.
- Myca?
- I'm here.
- What happened?
- You had a total shit attack is what happened.
- Where are we?
- See for yourself.
The cops showed up, so I had to split.
I had to haul your ass all the way here.
- The car.
What happened to the car?
- It's gone.
- But Bella was in the car, Myca.
I have to get her back.
We have to get her back.
- Hey!
My entire livelihood was in that car.
My bag, the guns,
not to mention almost all of our goddamn money.
In a few hours, I'm going to be seriously fucked,
so spare me.
- What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
What if he pawns her?
- Then we'll buy her back.
- What if we don't have the money?
- Then we'll steal it.
- What if we never find the car?
- D, I need you to stop with the 20 questions
like right now.
- But I don't-
- I said shut up!
Fuck
you!
- Are you feeling any better?
How do you feel?
I wish there was something I could do.
- You could take a shower.
You reek like shit.
- Myca, I thought.
Myca?
- Myca.
- What did you do?
- It's like I wasn't even there.
I don't even know how I got there.
- I know.
- No, you don't.
- I mean I believe you.
- Oh god, I picked that guy's face off.
What are we?
Oh my god, we don't have a car.
We're almost out of money.
Oh my god, we're stranded here.
Motherfucker.
If I ever get my hands on that piece of shit-
- You'll be fine.
- I'm gonna do it again, D.
I know I'm going to.
I can't stop myself.
I'm gonna do it again.
Oh my god, I'm so fucked.
I'm so fucked.
Devin, no.
- If I'd had done it earlier,
you wouldn't have hurt that guy today, so I'm doing it now.
- I said no.
- You can't hurt an yone else, Myca.
You don't have a choice.
- What if I give it to you?
- We'll be the same.
- You stole a car yesterday.
I need to know where it is.
- Bitch, I didn't steal a fucking car.
- My sister is sick.
Her medicine is in that car.
- I can't do it.
They'll fucking kill me if I don't fuckin'.
Fine!
Boone.
Boone has it!
Fuck!
- Where is he?
- He told me to do this.
He's bad people.
- So am I.
- I wanna hit line drive.
- Where the fuck have you been?
- I found our stuff.
- There.
- He said the keys would be in the trailer.
- Let me worry about that.
- Myca.
- Wait for me by the car.
- You're not going in there alone.
- I'll be two minutes.
Be there.
- Where the fuck is Wade?
- Piss Bane's bar got one of them titty bar.
- Bucket of bolts and a couple of 50s on a smash and grab
ain't fuckin' cuttin' it.
Motherfucker owes me 600.
If that pussy skips town, I'm gonna skin him alive.
I swear to Christ.
- He ain't skippin' town, man.
That dude worships you like you John Wayne or somethin'.
You just bein' paranoid.
- Fuck you say to me?
- I didn't say nothin'.
- Huh? - What'd I say?
What'd I say, Boone?
- What am I, motherfucker?
Huh? What am I?
- You're god, man.
Boone is god. Boone is god.
- Fuck it. I'm callin' worse.
C'mon, fucking pick up.
Come on, motherfucker.
Goddammit.
C'mon, motherfucker.
- Motherfucker!
Enough!
- You little bitch.
- No!
- What the fuck?
- Oh, you're gonna fuckin' die now.
You fuckin' bitch.
Goddammit, I'ma fucking kill you.
- Boone, man. What the hell's goin' on in there?
What you got, one of them whores down from the strip club?
Open up there now, come on.
Dang it!
- Keys! Where the fuck are my keys?
- Guess they're in the fuckin' drawer, man.
They're in the goddamn cabinet.
Fuck, you broke my arm,
you skeezy-ass fuckin' bitch!
You broke my fuckin' arm, bitch.
Hell, she broke my fuckin' arm.
- Devin, open up.
Fuck.
Okay, okay.
What the fuck?
Fuck.
Fuck!
- Mrs. Murray, you wanna watch some TV?
"Rockford Files" is on.
- I don't wanna watch the fuckin' "Rockford Files", Gwen.
I want my daughters home.
- They'll be here.
- I don't think they will, you know?
I just got this feeling all of a sudden that this is it.
- I know you and Myca have issues,
but Devin wouldn't leave you like that.
- Devi will do anything Myca tells her to, you know that.
- Still, I don't think that-
- Then where the hell is she?
I suppose I deserve it.
I got to thinkin'.
I was thinkin'
when them king-shit doctors up at that fancy rehab
went diggin' around in my daughter's brains
and they went and they dug into some stuff
maybe they shouldn't have been diggin' in to.
Maybe they found somethin's gon' make her hate me
more than she already does.
Devi too.
I think they just left my sad, miserable ass here to rot.
I just wanna make it all right, you know?
I just wanna make it all right.
- Make what all right?
- Oh nevermind, Gwenneth.
It's all right.
I'm just shit-ass drunk, you know?
I need some time to rest.
You go on home.
Go on home.
You can just check on me tomorrow.
It's fine.
- D.
D, there it is.
We'll camp here tonight.
Then in the morning, we'll do it.
Shit.
Completely missed.
Must've been the wind.
- Must be
- Okay, smart ass.
Why don't you try?
- No.
- Nobody can hear us.
- I said no.
- How am I supposed to trust
that you will help me take this bitch out
if you won't even shoot the gun?
C'mere.
I said come here.
- I'm so sorry, baby.
I'm so sorry.
- It's time.
Devin?
Devin, get in here.
Fuck!
Where the fuck are you?
"I won't be you."
- Hey.
Reach out.
My name's Devin.
What's yours?
No one is gonna hurt you.
Can you tell me your name?
- Cecilia.
- Have you been here alone long?
- Aunt Gloria bit me, then she had an accident.
- I'm gonna need you to come with me, okay?
- Get away from her, Devin.
Get away from her now.
- Myca.
- Get away from her now.
- Please put the gun down.
- I said move.
She's got it. - Myca.
Myca, stop.
- Devin, move.
- No.
- She's a fucking monster, just like Gloria.
I can smell it on her.
- Can't you see?
She's one of us.
She's just like us.
It's over, Myca.
It's time to go home.
There's no monsters left.
It's just us.
Be better than us.
I'll be back.
Hey, it's Devin.
Yeah, we're fine.
I called home.
Nobody answered.
I just wanted to make sure that Leni was okay.
- Where'd you go?
Devin, where did you go?
- Leni's gone.
- What?
- Leni, she's gone.
- Gone where?
- She OD'd, Myca.
Some time last night.
Gwen just told me.
How can you laugh at that?
- Because she was total shit.
- You don't mean that.
- Oh, I don't.
- She was our mother.
We weren't there.
Now she's gone.
- Lemme ask you something, Devin.
How well did you really know our mother?
- Myca, stop.
- That woman, that cunt.
She let her crackhead boyfriends fuck me for drugs.
She cared more about the junk than her own fucking daughter.
And then there's you,
her little servant.
- Myca.
- You ever wonder why she took you in, huh?
Why that crackhead took you in,
another little shit that she couldn't even afford?
- Stop it!
- She thought she could make up
for everything that happened to me by adopting you,
another little fuck up.
Funny,
the only thing that ever made us sisters
was that old whore's guilt.
No!
Jesus Christ.
Devin,
what can I say?
It's over.
You made the right call cutting loose of this.
Me and you,
it just shouldn't be.
Not anymore,
not like this.
I can't stop what's inside me.
I know that now.
When this thing catches up to me,
you can't be there.
I gotta do this on my own.
But you had my back, little sister.
You always have.
I hope you start a new band, write more songs.
I hope you see the world, Devin.
Do all the shit we talked about growing up.
Mother and I won't be there to hold you back anymore.
- Know this: I didn't mean what I said.
We are sisters
and we always will be.
No amount of distance can change that.
Love,
Myca.
- PS, the next time I'm there
in the bad place,
in the violet room,
I'll do just like you said.
I'll find you.