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(dramatic music)
(ominous music with ticking metronome)
- [Therapist] How have you been doing?
- I got out of bed... I bathed.
- So the medication's helping?
- Guess so.
(running water)
(kettle whistles)
(cups clank)
(kettle whistles loudly)
(eerie music)
- [Therapist] Any hallucinations?
- No.
- And are you sleeping?
- As much as I can.
I mean, I'm afraid to fall asleep.
- That's understandable.
- It's like... I'm...
afraid I'm gonna to miss a call from her when she needs me.
It's just so hard to let go.
- [Therapist] And what happens when you try?
- I can't stop seeing her face.
- What does she look like?
(ominous music)
(Therapist screams)
- Dead.
- And what about when she was alive?
(woman sings softly)
- [Therapist] Elaine?
- What about it?
(Mama sings in Mandarin)
(laughter)
- [Elaine] Sing another one.
- Hm, that's the only song I know.
- How did you get your English name?
- Oh, my first American friend gave it to me.
- Really? - Mm.
I thought Barbara was a nice name.
(laughter)
My friend liked the singer.
- Wait, you're named after Yentl?
- Who?
(laughter)
(Mama whimpers)
- [Mama] Aye.
(soft orchestral music)
- Mom?
- [Elaine] Oh.
(Mama whimpers in pain)
- It's okay, shh.
- You must believe in God.
- Shh.
- It's my fault the family broken.
- No, no, don't say that.
Not true.
- He's still your father.
- I want you to know in your heart...
(Elaine sniffles)
...this is not your fault.
You didn't choose to be sick,
he chose to be absent.
- [Mama] You must believe in God.
I want us to meet again, okay?
- Me too.
Me too.
Shh... shhhh.
(soft tender music)
(Mama cries)
- [Elaine] I prayed that night.
God, I haven't prayed since I was a little girl.
(chuckles)
- [Therapist] Do you believe in God?
- People believe in a lot of things when they're desperate.
- You've said that before.
- Well, it's true.
And either way, it wasn't enough.
- You did take care of her.
- And she died.
- [Therapist] Have you heard from your father?
- [Dad] Elaine...
this is Dad.
You can't keep her ashes from me
just because I wasn't there.
She belongs to me!
Do you hear me...
(phone beeps)
- Mei Mei,
it's Mama.
I love you.
(phone beeps)
Mei Mei,
it's Mama.
I love you.
(phone beeps)
Mei Mei,
it's Mama.
I love you.
(soft tender music)
(music builds)
(car horn honks)
(ominous music with ticking metronome)
- [Therapist] Did he come for the ashes?
- [Elaine] No.
But I'm not surprised.
Four fucking years we did it alone.
None of her belongs to him.
- Let's try something.
- Anything.
(metronome ticking)
- [Therapist] Okay.
I want you to come out here and lie down on your back.
Come on, it's okay.
- [Therapist] All right...
Okay, now close your eyes.
(Therapist laughs)
Close your eyes.
And breath.
(laughter)
(Elaine exhales)
I want you to feel your body relaxing into the ground.
Feel the full support of the ground beneath you.
Now I want you to turn your attention inward.
Let your body feel what deep relaxation is.
Surrender.
(ominous music with ticking metronome)
Let go... of guilt.
Feel your pain and your anger, and then let it go.
No judgment.
No shame.
Just let go.
(heart beating with ticking metronome)
And I want you to think about these two questions.
What do I need?
What does my heart need to heal?
(ominous voices screaming)
Open your eyes.
Sit up when you're ready.
(Elaine inhales and exhales)
(sirens wail in distance)
(ominous music with ticking metronome)
- [Dad] You can't keep her ashes from me.
(ominous music with ticking metronome)
- [Dad] She belongs to me.
(metronome ticks faster)
(knocks)
(door creaks open)
(axe thuds) (Dad gasps)
(gasps for air)
(footsteps thud)
(ominous music)
(axe thuds) (Elaine gasps)
(soft orchestral music)
(cries)
(music builds)
- [Therapist] Elaine? Elaine?
Open your eyes.
You're here, you're here.
(Elaine wailing)
Come on, sit up.
How do you feel?
- I don't know. - Okay.
(Elaine sobs)
Just breathe.
Breathe, breathe.
What did you experience?
- I saw my dad. - Uh, huh.
- I put an axe in his heart. - You did.
- It was violent. - That's good.
It's good, actually.
It is.
- I don't understand.
- Hey, listen,
you don't have to understand.
You just have to trust yourself and trust your process.
(Elaine sobs)
- Am I crazy?
- You're gonna be okay.
I promise.
Elaine?
Grief is long.
(Elaine cries)
(soft piano music)
(soft inspirational music)
(pensive music) (TV playing in background)
(footsteps)
(knocks)
(door creaks open)
(tender music)
(music builds)
(Elaine takes deep breaths)
(upbeat string music)
- [Ashley's Inner Voice] 550... 320... 720...
...950...830
590 plus dressing is 790,
510,
435,
(overlapping voices) 255. I am inspired. 620
I am awesome. 540... I am dazzling.
Roasted garnet. I am confident... 840
I am confidant. 640.
Spicy pepitas.
I am inspired.
Probiotic kimchi.
I am grateful.
310... Brazil nut parmesan.
950 - Summer grain salad
725
Sea palm.
Spicy probiotic
(inner voices overlap)
(percussive music)
I am inspired.
- [Lex] Hey there, Ashley. - What?
Sorry, I just wanted to know what you're gonna order.
Oh, sorry.
I am lost, what's good here?
- I mean, everything is delicious.
Like, you cannot go wrong.
I mean, I'm obsessed with this place.
It's like kind of categorically my whole life.
No, yeah. I mean, it's really cute or "I'm cute".
Okay, I know, it's a little bit extra, but seriously just like pick anything.
-You cannot go wrong. - Okay.
- Welcome to Cafe Abundance.
Have you two been here before?
- Oh, I have.
She hasn't.
- Hype.
Okay, so everything here is organic, sustainably farmed,
plant-based and allergy-accommodating.
Our special today is "I Am Essential".
House-made seitan steak with cherry compote.
So do you have any questions? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The "I am dazzling"
does that come with sea palm?
- You are.
And it does not.
(Lex laughs)
I'm Jordan, and...
- I'm sorry, I have a question. - Yeah.
- I was just wondering, um... what inspired the food titles?
- I know, right?
We feel our affirmations are empowering,
especially for our gals.
Outside of this restaurant everybody is selling you
'You're never good enough.'
That's why coming into Cafe Abundance
should feel like entering an oasis of positivity.
- An oasis of positivity.
- That's right.
So, I'm Jordan and I'll go to grab you some waters.
- Okay.
(Lex groans)
- I had a really big lunch
so I should probably keep it light.
- An oasis of positivity.
- Excuse me, hi.
Pro tip, the zucchini fries,
if you have the calories to spare, get them,
they're like heaven.
I mean, not like the real thing of course, but they're like heaven.
- Oh my God, that sounds so good
but I can't today... next time.
(woman mutters) (subtle laughter)
(light percussion music)
(ring tapping)
(finger tapping knife)
(multiple taps and clinks)
(women laughing)
(sounds intensify)
(sounds escalate) (music swells)
(watch vibrates)
(watch chimes
- Is everything bullshit?
- Kale is bullshit.
- Kale is definitely bullshit.
But, isn't all of this bullshit?
I mean, we're not happy or empowered,
at least I'm not.
I am just sitting here counting all of the calories
in my head to see if I'm good enough for a hamburger.
Oh, no, no. They don't have hamburgers here.
Exactly.
Look, there's nothing wrong with wanting to watch what you eat,
it's called being almost 30.
Okay, so having a running tally of every calorie I've eaten today
like I'm some stockbroker on speed, that's normal.
Oh, no, there's an app for that.
Yeah, everyone does that.
Yeah, I... everybody in this restaurant because it's like 80% women.
- Yes, yes, and we are all in this together, but girl,
right now you're being a little first world problemsy
and I am getting hangry.
So can we please split the "I Am Grateful"?
- I can't even with these affirmations.
- Oh my God, there's nothing wrong with wanting
to add a little positivity to the world.
- Oh no, yeah, totally, like telling women to smile.
- No, no, ew, gross.
No, of course not just,
just choose a fucking meal.
- Shit. You know, when I was a little girl,
I remember consciously choosing not to like
the color pink because it was a girl's color.
I chose the color teal.
I don't even know if I like teal.
My whole apartment is teal.
What if every decision I've ever made is ingrained
with the idea that I'm, that I'm not valued?
Lesser than?
Fuck. (bangs table)
I bought a juicer yesterday.
- Please just choose something before you start like,
using your menses to fertilize your house plants.
- Oh, yeah, maybe I should, maybe we need to try something new.
I bet you menses are great for plants.
- Uh, I'm sorry.
Could you not talk about that here?
It's lunch. Gross.
- Can you not tell me to save my fucking calories
for zucchini fries?
Because I guarantee you they are not heaven, okay.
- [Jordan] Ladies, ladies, ladies,
will you just please chill the vibes down here?
- Ashley. - Oh, I am not chilling shit.
- Just please calm down.
This is a safe space.
- This is not a safe space.
This is the same bullshit being sold to women everywhere.
- Ma'am, I feel bad about my body too, sometimes.
I go to the gym.
I cut, I bulk.
So, I totes get feminism.
- Uh.
- Well, as long as you totes get it.
(light quirky music)
But see, I don't think that you can
because you go to the gym to build your body for you.
I chip away at mine to fit into this world,
but you know what?
(pounds table)
Fuck it. - Ma'am, you need to sit down.
- Oh no, I am done picking up scraps of self-esteem.
I am awesome!
I am beautiful!
I'm great!
I'm grateful!
I am wise!
I'm sparkley!
I'm bold!
I'm inspired!
I am... I am...
...half naked!
Oh, oh.
Oh, are you uncomfortable?
Feel a little weird, huh?
Oh, you thought feminism was cool, right?
You can price, package, wrap into a fucking bow
and sell it back to me as confidence?
Well, listen up.
I'm not hiding.
I'm not backing down.
I am America's greatest threat
because I'm a woman who isn't buying.
I'm not buying this.
I'm not buying your bullshit.
I'm not buying anything.
I am investing in me and I'm ready to take up
some motherfucking space!
(panting)
(silence)
(Lex screams)
(heavy drumbeat music)
(Ashley and Lex screaming)
- No.
(Jordan screams)
(women grunt and scream)
We are so scary, man.
- You guys got to go.
- Okay, yeah. - Okay, whatever. Fine!
- You know, what?
- Fuck this restaurant concept!
Punk!
(glass shatters)
(upbeat rock music)
(screaming and laughing)
(car horn honks)
(dog barks)
(music stops)
(grunting, heavy breathing)
Uh, the adrenaline just wore off.
(groans)
(birds chirping) (dog barking)
- Yeah, my tits really hurt. This sucks.
- Maybe we should find your car.
- It's somewhere over there.
- Are you getting hungry?
- Fuck, I'm hungry.
- Wanna get some burgers?
- Let's get some fucking burgers.
(upbeat rock music)
(contemplative piano music)
(thunder crashes)
(ominous music)
(thunder booms)
(door creaks open)
(young woman whimpering in background)
(window crashes)
- [young woman] Oh, no.
(door creaks open)
- What have you done? - Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Please.
No, no, no, no.
Stop it!
- Hey. - No.
(young woman wails)
- Stop
- Shh. - Get off me!
- Stop it. - Get off me!
- Stop.
(young woman cries)
- What do you want from me?
(old man panting)
- I want you to do what I say... okay?
(young woman cries) - No.
(ominous music) (rain drizzling)
(young woman pants)
- I guess I have to...
board every window this house.
(thunder crashes) (young woman sobs)
(rain drizzling) (eerie music)
(crows cawing)
(young woman breathes heavily)
(young woman cries)
Come on.
- No, please, no, please.
- We can't go on like this.
Please, please.
Open your mouth, Grace. - No.
- Open your mouth, come on.
Don't!
(Grace spits)
- I don't want it.
(Grace breathes heavily)
- [Grace] No, no.
Please.
- Come on, come on.
Please, please!
Open your mouth, goddammit!
Ouch!
(yelps in pain)
(slap!)
Oh.
Ah, Grace. I'm so sorry.
(Grace cries)
Oh.
- [Norman] Oh, God.
- Stop it.
- Come on, Gracie.
Let's try again.
No.
(ominous thumping music)
Ow!
Oh, God.
Grace!
(hyperventilating)
(bangs on door)
- [Norman] Open the door.
- No, please. - Open the door.
(pounds on door)
Open this door!
(Norman jiggles doorknob)
(Grace cries)
(Norman bangs harder)
Grace.
Grace, please open the door.
(Grace cries)
(bangs on door again)
- Stop it.
(soft piano music)
- I can't take this.
Come on.
(Grace cries)
(hyperventilating)
- [Norman] Open the goddamn door!
Come on.
- [Norman] Come on, open the door!
- [Older Woman] Just promise me.
(soft pensive music)
(gasps)
(brush clatters in sink)
- Oh!
- Grace! (bangs on door)
Get away from the door!
(door bursts open) (Grace wails)
- [Older Grace] Just promise me
No matter how bad it gets.
I won't make it without you.
I want to sleep in my own bed
with you beside me.
Promise me.
- I promise.
- No matter what?
- No matter what.
Grace?
(Grace cries)
(tender piano music)
- Norman.
- Whoa, whoa.
Oh, oh. - I gotcha.
You look beautiful.
- Norman?
- You know what?
The corn is higher than my pick up truck.
(Grace laughs)
- What have I done?
- No. - I'm sorry. I didn't know. - I'm all right.
- I didn't know it was you. - No, no, no, don't go there. No, no.
-Oh, mother. - I missed you.
(Norman cries)
(music turns pensive)
- Oh. No. Oh, no, no.
No!...No!
(Grace wails)
- [Grace] No! No.
- [Grace] No!
(haunting tense music)
(fire crackles) (high-pitched hum)
(heart beating)
- [Doctor] I'm sorry,
but I strongly recommend
withdrawing life support.
It is time.
- [Mother] My daughter.
It's time to wake up.
Please wake up, my daughter.
(heart monitor beeping) (oxygen flowing)
(eerie music)
- Her eyes blinked a little.
(phone vibrating)
♪
♪ I'm on top of the world and now I'm livin' ♪
♪ and the good just gets better, keeps on givin' ♪
♪ not even close to the end, it's just beginnin' ♪
♪ life is gettin' lighter
♪ while the days are gettin' brighter, yeah ♪
♪ and it's all good, I won't even worry anymore ♪
♪ took all my cares, took them
♪ kicked them all out the door ♪ go on and try it, come on and tell me ♪
♪ what you're waitin' for
♪ move and keep going
♪ till your life is overflowin', yeah ♪
♪ I do a dance, do a dance of victory ♪
♪ cause now I'm livin' good ♪ no, I'm not livin' like I used to be ♪
♪ not talkin' bout things, talkin' bout my mind ♪
♪ now I'm free from the worries that I left behind ♪
♪ I gotta jump for joy and shout aloud ♪
♪ and make a sound, oh, the world can't stop me now, no... ♪
(electric hum)
(fire crackling)
(eerie music)
(utensils clanking)
- Don't even think about it.
- [Angel] Come on, I put a lot of love into this.
- Aw.
Where's the Pepto?
(Angel laughs)
Babe?
Thank you.
(closet door creaks open)
(suitcase rustles)
(suitcase unzips)
I'm sorry, um... I don't understand what's happening right now.
- Lily. - What?
- You're not coming with me.
- Uh, no.
What?
Angel. - No.
- You said... - No.
- You literally...
...your exact words were that we were gonna
tell your mom together.
This doesn't look like together.
(Lily sighs)
(soft dramatic music)
- [Lily] Seven years.
Are we still doing it for each other?
I mean, are we good?
- Why would you even ask me that?
- Stupid question. - Don't do that.
- Maybe we should take a trip.
Pride Uganda's in a week.
- Bite your tongue.
- Okay fine, Nigeria then.
- [Angel] Oh, you're in a rare form today.
(Lily laughs) (phone rings)
- [Lily] Oh.
- [Operator] Welcome, you are the fourth person on this call
at the tone, please state your name.
- Lily.
I have to work. - Oh, okay.
Yeah, good morning everyone, hi.
Yeah, I'm here.
(Angel sighs)
(Lily speaks faintly on phone)
(water trickling)
- You hungry?
You didn't make yourself anything.
- I'm good.
(eerie music)
Oh, my God.
(breathes heavily)
(walls creak)
(floor rumbles)
Oh, my God.
I'm losing it.
Oh, my God.
(light pensive music)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps)
(shower running)
(music intensifies)
(shower door whips open)
- Do you need the shower right this second?
- No... no.
(breathes heavily)
Oh, my God.
(gasps)
- My daughter, my daughter.
- It's time.
- Please wake up, my child.
(hyperventilates)
(flashing sounds)
(table shakes)
(glass shatters)
(walls crack) (ominous music)
(breathes heavily)
(walls crack)
(fire crackles)
(silence)
(breathes heavily)
- Our Father, which art in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done.
On earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our debtors.
She's awake!
Doctor!
(eerie music)
(breathes heavily)
(door opens)
- Welcome.
Welcome. Welcome. Welcome back.
(flashlight clicks)
Welcome back, young lady.
It's a miracle.
- Oh, my daughter.
Thank you!!
- You are one very lucky woman.
You fell wrong.
Hit your head.
It was mainly a scalp injury.
Small subdural hematoma.
- How long was I in the coma?
- Seven weeks.
- Seven weeks?
- Your speech is sound,
your movements are coordinated
I am pleased
and frankly, stunned.
(door opens)
- [Angel] Lily.
- I will have the nurse check on you later.
Rest.
A lot.
- No scratching.
- Mmm.
(suspenseful music)
(door closes)
- You remember me?
I've never seen you wear another color before.
Maybe I should bring another one next time?
- I don't plan on jumping off another building anytime soon.
Did my mom say anything?
- No.
She thinks I'm your bestie.
- hmmm.
- How you feeling?
- Confused.
- Why?
- We lived in Los Angeles.
We traveled the world.
You were not you
and I was not me.
We were...
we were...
I went to New York.
I saw the Twin Towers.
I know they are not
there anymore, but...
I saw them.
- That's nice.
Was I in your dream?
(tender music)
- Were you hurt?
I'm tired.
- Lie down.
I'll come visit next time.
(door opens and closes)
(sighs)
Oh.
(exhales)
(weeps)
You are beautiful
just the way you are
don't forget that.
(kisses window)
(door opens)
- Yes, you are.
I've missed you.
(footsteps approach)
(nurse clears throat)
(pensive music)
(gasps)
(soft drumbeat music)
(soft upbeat music)
(plucky upbeat music)
(keyboard clacking)
- I would happy to assist you with your wireless upgrade.
May I please have your date of birth and telephone number, for security reasons?
While I'm waiting for your account to load,
can I interest you in our 10 gigabyte storage plan, for only $9.99 a month?
- [woman] I don't think so.
(woman speaking faintly) (quirky orchestral music)
(co-workers laughing) (stomachs growling)
- Um... it shows here that you ran over your data limit.
You currently subscribe to our unlimited family plan.
Are you communicating with any devices other than the four
devices listed on your family plan?
We have unlimited wave-
(eerie ambient music)
- [woman] Hello? Hello? - [Warren] Hello. - I'm calling the Better Business Bureau...
- [Warren] Yeah. - Excuse me, Ma'am?
(dial tone)
Ma'am?
(ominous music)
(strange noises)
- I don't know what her problem is, right. - She's so strange.
- Exactly.
- Okay, I'll see you guys later.
(soft piano music)
(typing)
(bicycle spokes clicking)
(upbeat music)
- Just 'cause I see things doesn't mean they're there.
(upbeat music) (bicycle spokes clicking)
- Mariella?
This is for you.
(quirky upbeat music)
You'll have to sign for that.
(resumes typing)
- I would be happy to assist you with your wireless upgrade.
- [Warren] Oh, I do apologize my computer is running very slow today.
Just a few moments while I update, sir.
What's up, Django?
- What is the deal with her?
- Mariella?
Yeah, I wouldn't go there.
She's nutsoid.
She was on leave and we think it was a loony bin
kind of leave.
- She doesn't seem crazy.
- Sometimes I catch her staring at me
like I'm an alien.
- [Warren] Oh, I pulled up your history here,
it seems like probably should go with
the family plan.
- [Mariella] ...a telephone number and date of birth.
(quirky upbeat music)
(music stops)
(soft romantic music)
♪ I tremble at the edge of sleep ♪
♪ How many times I dreamt you were real ♪
♪ And mine to keep
♪ Falling stars and day dreams
♪ Things were never quite as they seemed ♪
♪ If you were mine to keep
(train approaches)
...Oh, and I forgot to hit the brakes on it.
So I'm just going down and I...
(record skips)
I should change the record.
(ominous music)
(strangle rumbling sounds)
(snake rattles)
(eerie music)
(sounds stop)
- Hey, you okay?
(ominous music)
(tender music) (Mariella whispers to herself)
Hey,
what is it?
You can tell me.
- I see things.
- Yeah, so do I.
- I don't think you understand.
- Wait.
Then I'll fight them for you. - Yeah, right.
- You don't think I'm strong enough?
(upbeat music)
(Django breathes heavily)
(Django groans) (Mariella laughs)
(soft romantic music)
(upbeat music) (snake rattles)
(men grunt, punch)
(Django groans)
(umbrella smacks, smacks, smacks, smacks... smacks.)
(bad guy grunts and hits the ground)
Did I get it?
- It's over there now.
- Oh.
(upbeat music)
Get down!
Take the gun.
- What are you talking about? - Take it!
(guns firing)
Get down!
(explosions boom)
(guns firing)
- I think you should go.
(soft music)
- And leave you in this war zone? No way.
- Django, it's been this way my whole life.
- All right.
Come on.
(Django groans)
(upbeat music)
Now you try.
(pensive music)
- You're crazy.
- Actually...
- Not funny.
- Just try, don't give into your fear.
Come on.
(suspenseful music)
(snakes rattle)
- [Django] You can do it.
(soft piano music)
(swooshing sound)
(tender romantic music)
(music swells)
(snake rattling subsides)
(music crescendos)
(Mariella laughs)
(upbeat orchestral music)
(soft angelic music)
(street sounds)
(door swishes open)
(traffic whizzes by)
(sounds of nature throughout)
(gear rustling)
(footsteps on dock)
(birds chirp)
(boat rustles)
(water splashes boat)
(water trickles) (Lilah coughs)
(faint voices far away)
(oar paddling)
(boat rustles loudly)
(deep rumbling sounds)
(boat slides on grass)
(rocks splash in water)
(crow caws)
(soft wind blows)
(leaves rustle)
(Lilah hums) (wind blows)
(paper crinkles)
(boots crunching dry grass)
(birds chirp)
(box snaps closed)
(insects buzzing)
(fire crackling)
(Lilah groans)
- More morphine, Mama.
(Lilah groans)
More morphine, Mama.
- [Mama] Shh, shh, shh. - Mama, I need more morphine.
- [Mama] It's coming, honey, it's coming. - [Doctor] Sweetheart, let's start this.
Hold out your hand.
[Mama] Shh, it's okay, it's okay.
- [Father] Come on, come on.
- [Mama] I know, I know. I know, it's okay.
Don't look, don't look.
It's gonna, it's gonna be fine.
(Lilah cries)
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
- [Father] Here you go.
- [Mama] It's okay, it's okay. One more. Count to ten in your head.
Count down, count to ten backward down, love.
Here we go.
[Doctor] Let's turn this on.
[Mama and Lilah] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...
[Mama] Squeeze my hand.
[Mama and Lilah] - Four, three, two, one.
- [Father] Shh.
(soft contemplative music)
- [Mama] Remember that flying feeling that you had?
(crickets chirping)
(Lilah cries in pain)
(water trickles)
(soft floating music)
(crow caws)
(wings flapping)
(water trickles)
- [Mama whispering] Go to sleep now.
You can't fight it. You can't fight it.
Go to sleep. Go to sleep now. Go to sleep now.
(water trickles) (Lilah moans)
- [Father] Come on.
(water trickles)
(water slaps sides of boat)
(calm water) (grass blowing in the wind)
(water trickles
(tender piano music)
(dishes clinking)
- Hi, Em... I'm actually gonna need your expense report
by the end of the day.
This is his mustache.
(Boyfriend laughs)
- You're cute.
- Think I'm cute?
- Yeah, maybe without the mustache.
- You don't like the mustache?
(phone vibrates)
- Oh, I got a draft tonight.
- Fantasy draft's tonight? - Yep.
Can't keep the forbid mistress waiting.
- Uh-huh.
- It's fantasy football, Em.
Let's not start this tonight.
- No, of course.
Have fun. - Yep.
(door closes)
(Em sighs)
(suspenseful music) (people faintly laughing)
- Hello?
[Boyfriend] - All right, boys.
It's time to draft!
Woooo!
(Em breathes heavily)
- Oh, my God. - Oh, hey babe.
- Don't, "Hey babe" me with a lady dancer on your lap.
- What?
This is how you draft.
- Oh, please.
- You know what?
Screw Travis Kelce.
I'm taking this tight end.
(men laugh)
- I don't think so.
(dog barks)
(Em exhales)
- [Boyfriend] Mm-hm.
(romantic piano music)
(glasses clink)
(Boyfriend and Emily laugh)
- What is going on?
- Hey babe, this is Emily.
It's only our second date but I can tell she's the one.
- [Emily] His mom and I talk on the phone every
night before bed even though we've never met.
- I thought Nancy didn't have minutes after nine p.m.
(Boyfriend and Emily laugh)
- [Emily] You know, on our first date we got
matching tattoos to symbolize our everlasting love.
It was his idea.
- You told her her you love her?
- [Boyfriend] Yeah,
tons of times.
- [Emily] Tells me I'm beautiful even without makeup.
- Well, you don't need that stuff.
(Emily laughs)
- You know, I've had multiple studies done
on my vigorously fertile uterus.
- He doesn't even want kids...
Wait, what studies?
- [Em] Hey!
Hey!
(blows out candles)
(breathes heavily)
(bedsprings squeaking)
In our bed?
- Oh, it's you.
- You asshole.
I knew you were cheating on me.
- What are you talking about?
- Seriously?
You're literally still inside of her vigorous vagina,
whatever the... Who are you?
Is that your mom? - No. Um...
- What!
No, I'm not his mom.
I'm his girlfriend.
- I've got this.
(man groans)
Listen, sweetie,
you're not the right person for him.
You're too boring.
You're not pretty enough.
Your hair always looks like a mess.
You're obviously not that bright.
You could certainly stand to lose a couple extra pounds.
And if I'm being completely honest,
you're just not sexually adventurous.
- We 69'd.
Once.
(man laughs)
Almost.
- That's cute.
The truth is, honey, he just doesn't love you.
(men laughing) (ominous music)
Let's all get married.
(everyone laughs)
Yeah.
(eerie music)
(Em hyperventiles)
(people laughing) (party music)
(Em hyperventilates)
- [Boyfriend] I got all the way to the train and realized
I forgot my Venture card.
I have something to tell you but I don't know how.
Can you not leave the Brita on the counter?
I mean, I can't stand warm water.
(nervous laugh)
- Yeah.
(door opens)
- I got all the way to the train and realized I left my
Venture card on the counter.
I have something to tell you
but I don't know how.
I think we should break up.
(door closes)
(door opens)
- I got all the way to the train and realized
I forgot my Venture card.
I have to tell you something.
- I think we should break up.
(Em breathes heavily)
(soft piano music)
- [Bully 1] Queer.
- [Bully 2] Get AIDS.
Faggot.
- [Bully 1] You're such a queer. - [Bully 2] Faggot.
- [Bully 3] Faggot.
- [Bully 1] Cock sucker.
- [Bully 2] Faggot.
- [Bully 1] Cock sucker. You're such a queer.
- [Bully 2] Fuck you, faggot.
- Where are you going, freak?
- [Bully 1] Queer.
Cock sucker. - Queer.
- What the hell?
- You're such a weirdo.
- You're the weirdo, leave me alone.
- You'll never be a girl. - Shut up.
You shut up!
(sounds of a heart beating)
- [Bully 1] Queer.
- [Bully 3] Faggot.
Cock sucker.
- [Bully 3] Queer.
- [Bully 1] Queer.
- [Bully 2] Faggot. - [Bully 3] Cock sucker.
- [Bully 2] Pussy.
Faggot.
- [Bully 1] You're such a queer.
(keys drop)
- [Pepper] Shit.
(groans)
- [Bully 1] Queer.
Cock sucker.
Queer.
- You should have never been born.
- [Bully 2] Faggot.
- [Bully 1] Faggy.
Queer.
(heart beating) (ominous music)
(underwater sounds)
(eerie voices)
(exhales smoke)
- [Pepper] Oh, hell no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Shit!
(underwater bubbling)
(Pepper screams) (Cassie gasps for air)
What the hell, child?
(Cassie coughs)
Why the hell you wanna do that, huh?
(Pepper groans)
Now, tell me where you live 'cause I'm taking you home.
Oh, fine.
But you gonna catch a cold in those wet, stank clothes.
(Cassie hyperventilates)
Oh, my God.
Oh, Jesus.
Come with me.
Come on, now!
(water drips)
(keys jingle)
(door closes) (keys hit table)
(water pours)
The bigger the glass is... the smaller your fingers look,
that's a tip.
Hm.
- You live here?
- Mm.
It talks.
What's your name?
- Cassie.
What's yours?
- I'm Pepper.
Now get out of those wet clothes
so I can throw them in the dryer.
Put this on.
Andale, andale.
Don't touch anything.
I'll be right back.
(soft piano music)
(Pepper screams) (music stops)
That's Dallas Coulter. - Sorry.
(Pepper screams)
- Now your little ass is standing on my Chanel.
- Chanel, like in Vogue?
- Mm-hm.
Circa 1970.
So you know what Chanel and Vogue are, hm?
Look at you.
Little fashionista.
You lucky I went deep sea diving in a knockoff.
(Pepper sighs)
- Do you want to be a woman?
(Pepper laughs)
- Hell no, child.
You think I want those mood swings?
Shit.
Uh-uh.
That's not your color.
Mm-mm.
- Then what are you... really?
- I'm a drag artist, sweetheart.
I get paid to dress up like a glamorous woman and perform.
It's all an illusion, honey.
(Pepper sighs)
Nothing else.
That was my husband, Nick.
- You were married?
- Yep.
25 years.
And then just like that,
he died.
Left me to deal with this bullshit alone.
Why the hell do you want to off yourself at your age, huh?
Huh?
I thought it was only drag queens like me
who "Thelma and Louise" it off a cliff
when shit gets real...
but you're just a kid.
Oh.
Look. This...
this is your color.
Here.
Your clothes should be dry by now.
I'll go get 'em.
(tender uplifting music)