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[ominous music building]
[Marla sobbing] Tell me what to do.
I'm so fucking angry. I'm so fucking mad.
-[man] Marla-- -I'm so mad. I'm so angry.
-Give it time. -[Marla breathing shakily]
Give it time. Give it time.
[phone ringing]
[Marla] I don't want to pick it up.
[phone ringing]
[Marla] It's not gonna be okay.
I want to kill her.
[phone line ringing]
[Marian, over phone] I'm worried about you.
You're my sister.
I can't find Mom anywhere.
Marla, you need to go back.
[woman] What happened to your mother?
[gunshot]
[tense music playing]
[Marla panting]
[woman] Where were you when it happened?
[radio static]
[Marla] I haven't slept for 156 hours.
I'm not tired, but I am.
-I have PTSD... -[Marian] Marla.
[Marla] ...from something.
Or I'm schizophrenic and paranoid.
At least that's what my doctor told me,
or some doctor told me.
You're schizophrenic and paranoid.
That may or may not be true.
[Marla] I don't know if this is now
or somewhere in between when it happened.
Marla. Marla.
[Marla] In limbo.
[doctor] Just my expertise.
[indistinct].
-You seem to be-- -[echoing] Far gone.
[Marla] Perhaps this is the beginning.
[Blank] Mmm.
[Blank] You fucked up.
I told you not to get mixed up with the wrong crowd,
and now look at you.
Fucked!
Mm-mm. No. No. Stop.
Resistance!
Why are you here, man?
I need my stuff.
I need to get out of here. I can't stay here anymore.
They're coming for me.
You want to make problems, blame yourself,
and get caught for nothing.
Right? Right?
Right.
You better stop before I ask you to leave.
[Marla gasping]
I know you don't have anywhere else to go.
[gasping]
It's in your head.
[coughing]
Oh, fuck, dude.
My mother's dead.
It's all a blank.
It's all scrambled, missing pieces of information.
It feels like it's my fault.
[ominous music building]
Wanna watch a movie?
[Marla] This shitbag right here is my best friend.
Hard to tell.
But everything I see lately is so fucked up...
I wouldn't be surprised if this was not true either.
[static]
I can't seem to sleep
and I can't seem to wake up.
I'll be out of here by morning.
[screaming]
[mellow R&B music playing]
[radio host] We had our winner call in
and now it's time for the facts.
[tires screeching]
[radio host] The ancient Egyptians believed
that mirages are the ghosts of objects in places
that once existed in reality
that have already disappeared.
[eerie music playing]
[phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
[ringing]
[eerie music building]
[ringing]
[bike bell ringing]
[Mother] All right, come back home!
You're a good girl.
Don't forget that.
[phone continues ringing]
Marla...
[Mother] Marla.
Here.
This will be fun.
Just like in the movies.
The Old West.
See that point right over there?
You can get there without your training wheels.
Yeah? You gonna show me?
-Yeah. -Okay.
And when you get there...
shoot 'em up.
Yeah?
Okay.
Go, Marla, go!
You're almost there!
Yeah, Marla!
Shoot 'em up!
[gunshot firing]
[Marla] It's possible and it's not possible
that it didn't happen this way.
[squeaking]
[Marla] This looks familiar.
This was before my mom died.
Got water out back. A range.
-Why do you need a gun? -Protection.
Shitty people.
You never know what's gonna happen.
Hmm. Been there.
Everybody needs protection.
This world's a goddamn hellhole.
I think you've had this one before.
It's more of a classic.
House price, 70 bucks.
I think I killed my mother with this gun.
Yeah.
We all feel that way sometimes.
[Marla] Paranoia sets in.
Now.
[bottles clattering]
[water sloshing]
[eerie music building]
[Marla] The best way to keep people away
is to look hurt or sick.
No one will approach you.
They're too afraid of anything past the normal state of human,
which is usually neutral.
And don't smile in public.
If there's anything I've learned,
it's not to share that kind of weapon with leeches.
They leap like leopards only to steal your light.
[mellow techno beat playing]
Oh, fuck.
The moment you walked in...
I knew it was you.
Special kind of lady.
[Marla] I'm alone.
He probably knew that.
-I did. -[dinging]
♪
[Marla] The goal is to escape, to run.
It hurts more than it feels better.
How do I get out of here?
[man] You've already disappeared.
[muffled guitar playing]
I can't sleep.
[in Spanish]
["That's All Right" playing]
♪ Well, that's all right, mama ♪
♪ That's all right for you ♪
♪ That's all right, mama ♪
[music fading]
[ominous music playing]
[Marla] I'm good here.
Right?
Alone.
[knocking on door]
[housekeeper] Housekeeping.
No, I'm-- I'm okay. Thank you.
Hello?
["That's All Right" continues]
No. No.
[knocking continues]
[whispers] What the fuck?
I don't have all day.
Yes. Yes.
My God.
Your eyes.
Are you tired? What-- what happened?
You know, I know you didn't knock the door down for my eyes.
What do you want?
-Maybe some towels? -No.
-No, I really don't need-- -Conditioner?
-I don't need anything. -Soap?
You can leave.
I don't need anything
and I don't need any help.
-So, please go. -Wow.
You are so mean, Nena.
You know my mother used to tell me that?
She used to tell me that I was worthless,
that I was uneducated, and that nobody liked me
and nobody liked it when I was around.
And now she's--
she's dead.
And, um...
and I...
I can't-- I can't-- I can't remember.
I just...
I can't remember...
what I did wrong.
I'm so sorry.
I understand.
Take this.
You need to take care of yourself.
You need to rest.
[housekeeper speaking Spanish]
[children playing in background]
[soft chime melody playing]
[Mother] Look what you've done.
You need to learn how to talk, Marla.
Speak up for yourself.
Here.
I can't drink milk.
It's just one simple thing, Marla.
I told you I can't drink milk.
Makes you upset to repeat yourself.
No, it makes me upset that you can't hear me.
[sighs]
That's good.
Stop looking at me like that, Marla.
What do you want?
You don't even have a family.
[scoffs] You're alone.
Your sister has a family.
You? What are you?
Still trying to hang on.
No one likes it when you're around.
You need to look at your life, Marla.
Why have you put yourself in this position?
There must be a reason.
When you're alone, you have no one.
[glass shattering]
I don't feel safe here.
[Mother] Goddamn it!
I don't feel safe here.
[Mother] Look what you just did.
I don't feel safe here.
[Mother] Look at that mess.
[tense music playing]
Well, go ahead. Walk on it.
Do it.
I don't feel safe here.
[young Marla] No, Mom.
What did you say to me?
Walk!
-Walk! -No!
Walk! Do it!
I don't feel safe here.
[music building]
Wake up.
[phone line ringing]
[Marla] Right there.
Mom?
I just wanted to call...
to see if you were doing all right.
[sighs] And I wanted to say that I was sorry.
I'm sorry.
Will you please forgive me?
[Sheriff John] Marla?
-Hello? -This is the police.
Marla, your mother is dead.
[Marla sobbing]
[Sheriff John] On the night it happened, you were there.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
[Sheriff John] We have reason to believe you are at fault.
I couldn't reach it.
[Sheriff John] You have caused harm.
I didn't do it!
[Sheriff John] You seem to be the problem.
I didn't do it!
[Sheriff John] You can't keep deceiving us, Marla.
I wouldn't kill my mother!
[Sheriff John] It's easier to face the truth.
[daunting music building]
[Marla] I didn't mean it.
[Marla breathing heavily]
[Sheriff John] Marla Dayton,
we have a few questions for you about your mother.
♪
[siren wailing]
[Marla panting]
[Marla sobbing]
[siren continues wailing]
♪
[sobbing] I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
[fireworks exploding]
♪
Mom?
Why do we have to lock the door?
Sometimes I lock it because I need to be alone.
It's always right up here.
Please help me. I don't know how I got here.
I don't know how this happened, but I don't have any--
[indistinct]
I'm sorry. Please don't leave me.
You're all I have. [sniffles]
Please help me.
[Marian] Come on, Marla.
[music fades]
[birds chirping]
[Marla sighs]
[Marian] Don't read that now.
It just says I'll be with you forever.
Always.
[Marla] I'm the kind of person...
who doesn't know when to stop.
But when you don't want to know who you are...
[engine starts]
...you'll run as far as you can to disappear.
[engine revs]
[radio host] Up for a good old time?
Come on down to Donna's Ranch in Texas.
Our girls are the real deal and a hoot of a good time.
Come on down.
["Everybody Loves My Baby" playing]
[woman on TV] I like this place because...
the connections I share here with some of the people, like...
it's special and...
there's love in it, you know?
♪ Come on, birdie, come on here ♪
♪ I've got something I want you to hear ♪
♪ About someone that I hold dear ♪
♪ I've got to let it out ♪
♪ It's my papa, can't you guess? ♪
♪ Wild about him I have been ♪
♪ Does he love me? ♪
♪ Oh, my, yes ♪
♪ That's just why I shout ♪
♪ Everybody loves my baby ♪
♪ But my baby don't love nobody but me ♪
♪ Oh, my, couldn't he ♪
♪ Everybody wants my baby ♪
♪ But my baby don't want nobody but me ♪
♪ And that's plain to see ♪
-Hello. -Hi.
You see my boss here? He's a special client.
He's got specific wants.
Specific needs.
I just want to make sure his needs can be met here.
Okay.
What do you say, pretty lady?
[daunting music building]
Are you available?
Sure.
[music fades]
Well...
what should we do first?
Anything you'd like to do, sir.
That's good.
I'd like to
talk to you a little bit.
Would you lie to me?
Sure.
If you'd like me to.
If it makes it better.
No, no, no. Forget it. Never mind.
This is not gonna work. Go-- go away. Go away from me.
-What is it? -Go away!
[Marla] I can do anything you'd like
if it pleases you.
Are you serious about that?
About pleasing?
[eerie music building]
Why don't you sit down on that chair?
[ominous music playing]
Right now, this second...
how is it that you feel?
I don't share that.
I-- I can't share that with you.
You share your body willingly.
I can't share that with you. I don't share that.
Listen, I have more money.
I-- I can pay you more money.
I-- I can't.
Nothing at all?
I don't feel anything.
Whatever is going on inside you, you feel it there anyway.
You're just-- you're just not aware of it now.
I don't feel anything.
Feel.
-Please. -Feel.
-Stop. -Feel, describe it to me.
Feel something.
[sobbing] Please, stop.
Feel everything!
I don't feel anything.
Feel.
[sobs] I feel scared.
-Feel. -I feel scared.
Feel!
And alone.
You're guilty.
But where...
does it come from?
It's a sadness deep in my core...
saying I cannot be loved.
Good.
That's so good.
["Everybody Loves My Baby" speeds up]
♪ Everybody want my baby ♪
♪ But my baby don't want nobody but me ♪
♪ That's plain to see ♪
♪ [indistinct lyrics] ♪
♪ My baby loves me ♪
♪ One love, one love ♪
♪ For everybody loves my baby ♪
♪ But my baby don't love nobody but me ♪
[radio host] All right, now is the time to call in,
WWZ, Name That Tune
and win tickets to the state county fair.
♪ Love my baby ♪
♪ And my baby don't love nobody but me ♪
[applause]
[radio host] Third caller gets it.
["A Taste of Honey" playing]
The Boswell Sisters.
[radio host] Yes, that is right. You are going to the fair.
-You are the winner. -What?
Let's hear it, pick up your tickets at WWZ.
-You're kidding me? -Let's hear it for her, folks.
Thank you. Thank you.
[radio host] Now, here's a little tune to bring it back.
[rapid knocking on door]
[in Spanish]
[music gets muffled]
[tense music building]
Why don't you let us help you?
You're going the wrong way.
What are you doing here?
Marla, where are you?
[indistinct, distorted speaking]
We have a few questions for you.
[radio playing in background]
Stop! Stop now.
I'm stopped.
Now.
We understand you may be on the loose
and losing your mind.
Sure. Maybe.
I don't know.
That's fine, Marla.
-We've been trying to find you. -We found you.
Okay.
I don't, um-- uh-- What do you want?
To bring you back.
-Take you. -Back.
Am I being arrested?
Well, if you want to be rested...
we can take you in to get looked at.
-Seen. -With eyes.
I don't want to go back anywhere with anyone.
We're here to confuse you. I mean, question you.
Your prints are everywhere.
[Officer Grey] You were there.
[Officer Red] The night it happened.
No, no. I left.
[Sheriff John] I thought you couldn't remember.
-I can only remember pieces. -What pieces?
[Officer Red] Why are you seeing things?
I don't know! I don't know.
You have the right to remain quiet.
All you say or do will be used against you.
[Marla grunts]
[Sheriff John] You need to come.
[whispers] I don't feel safe here.
You need to accept this, Marla.
How it is.
How I am.
Let me go.
♪
What the fuck?
No way.
Can I come in?
[indistinct talking on radio]
It's good to see you.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
I'm good, uh, other than the fact
that I feel like I'm living in a goddamn limbo
and I can't get out and I don't know
if there is going to be a beginning or an end
or if this is even...
real.
I'm groovy.
[timer dings]
Shit. Yes. The cookies.
I made shit special.
You are not real right now.
Does this look real to you?
Does this feel real to you?
You are not real right now.
This is not real right now. What?
I look like a damn dream.
[mellow indie music playing in background]
Thank you.
Seems like someone is chasing you.
It feels that way.
It's okay to let that shit go.
When did you become so...
Old?
Yeah.
[Blank sighs]
I just got tired, you know?
It's like life is just too fucking long
to be scared of shit.
Yeah.
You don't have to be afraid.
I just feel so wrong...
for not feeling okay.
You feel weird for not feeling okay?
Yeah. Yeah, that's normal.
♪
Marla? Marla.
Marla, hey, hey. Where are we? Where are we?
What are we thinking? Marla?
There she is. Oh!
[laughs] Fuck, yes!
Yeah! There she is!
Fuck yeah.
Do you still have my childhood tapes?
Yeah, it's all memories though.
Do you wanna watch a movie?
["When The Whirlwind Fades Out" by Miriam Elhajli playing]
♪ When the whirlwind fades out ♪
♪ Look around... ♪
[Mother speaks indistinctly on TV]
Do you have to keep going away?
It's kind of hard to love you when you leave.
[whispers] Give me a break.
♪ Why do you scold? ♪
♪ Figure standing at the end ♪
♪ And which [indistinct] and crucifies ♪
[ominous music playing]
You were there.
[Marla] I'm so mad. I'm so angry.
You were there.
I told you I wouldn't tell you what happened.
I told the cops you weren't involved.
We have our story.
I don't understand. You have to tell them.
You have to tell them what happened.
They think I did it.
You have to tell them what happened.
Well, I can't.
Why not?
Because I just know how it ended.
I walked in.
Your mother was on the floor.
And you told me...
"I didn't mean to do it."
No.
Stop, no. Stop.
-[Marla sobbing] -It's okay. It's okay.
-Okay. It's okay, Marla. -No, no, no, no, no.
I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything.
I didn't do it. I didn't do anything.
I don't understand.
It's not your fault.
[eerie music building]
[scratching]
Police are on their way, Marla.
They know where you are.
Did you really think you could get away?
Don't come close to me.
Don't be that way.
Don't run from your mistakes.
-You're gonna hurt me. -I wanna talk to you, Marla.
Stop. Don't come any closer.
I'm sorry! Don't touch me!
I'm sorry! I didn't want you to die!
[triangle chiming]
[Marla] You don't feel safe here.
Thanks for letting me know.
I'm sorry.
What would you like to do now?
Now that you know this?
Now that you know you aren't safe?
I'm not sure what's happening.
We kid ourselves a lot.
It's a way of living,
repeating cycles of past wounds.
But it says here you don't seem to like it.
And what would you like to do now?
Now that you know this?
No one stays.
Uh, it says here, um, you're running.
You're running away from something?
You think you killed your mother.
I did.
What you have is shame.
This blocks everything new from happening in your life.
Love, especially.
Viewing through shame stops all forward motions.
Change.
I can't sleep.
You've been asleep.
It's time to wake up.
You're right on time
if you choose to let it be right.
You have to find out where it all came from,
then you must stop it from repeating.
That seems like a lot.
Oh, you-- you've already begun.
It's time to finish it.
Your prescription.
Undo all that's been done.
How the fuck?
Oh, through here.
[daunting instrumental tone playing]
Marla, your grandmother passed away
while you were at camp.
I was gonna call her.
[Marla sobbing]
[Mother sighs] All right, stop it, would you?
-You're upsetting me. -Sorry.
-Stop it. -I'm sorry.
Marla, pull yourself together.
Are you okay?
[kettle whistling]
[whistling stops]
What day is it?
Everything's going to be fine.
I'm glad mom is gone.
More tea?
I don't remember it being this way.
Didn't you want it to?
We will take care of everything tomorrow.
How are you so calm?
Are you questioning me?
After everything?
I'm trying to talk to you.
I'm trying to...
be here with you.
I don't understand.
Yeah, well, it's really hard to help you, Marla.
Why?
I'm trying to talk to you.
You think you don't belong anywhere,
but I'm right here trying,
but you don't see it.
You don't want to be let in.
Why?
I don't-- I don't get it. Why is it so hard to help?
You need to go, Marla.
Stop looking at me like our mother. I'm not her.
You're not her.
You need to go, Marla. Your time is up here.
[inaudible chatter]
It's safe here.
-[triangle chiming] -[water splashing]
Wanna eat, love?
[slurping]
That's fucking gross.
I like coming here, dude.
Dude.
Enjoy one day, yeah?
Okay.
Marla, stop.
Oh, you just want me to stop?
We all have to live in the real world, right?
We all have to bounce back and go to work,
do the same shit we do every day.
But not you. No, right?
Just throw your little fucking tantrum.
Like, what do you want right now?
Just fuck you.
[Blank scoffs] Are you done?
You've been dealing with this same shit your entire life.
-Can you stop? Please? -Fuck you.
Do you think that this just stops?
That everything just goes back to the way it was...
and that nothing is wrong?
You know what happens here in this one?
You get mad and you leave.
So, why don't you change it?
Now that I'm still here, Marla...
now what?
It doesn't really fit the old story, does it?
Feels a little bit worse than the worst shit ever.
It's 'cause you're not used to love, Marla.
We're trying to help you.
And the only way you're gonna get through this
is if you see that.
I really wish you could see it.
I just want to go home.
Where is home to you?
Shh. I got the key.
Now we can lock it...
so she can't get in.
[ominous instrumental building]
[Marla] And what does home look like to you?
Create it.
Create a place
that you can go...
for only you and no one else to know.
[indistinct background conversations]
[soothing theremin melody playing]
♪
[clanging]
[water splashing]
[thudding]
Don't ever leave me.
[hopeful piano melody playing]
[Marla] I'll never forget my mother's face
when she got released from the hospital.
She was smiling.
She was calm.
She had this aura around her...
like she was finally free.
And again! And again!
[both giggling]
♪
I'm proud of you, Marla.
Proud of everything you've done.
You're a good girl.
Don't forget that.
Okay?
[Marla] What has happened before.
Where are we going?
[Marla] Um...
[sighs] I don't know.
Hmm, so you're some kind of nihilist.
No, I'm not some kind of nihilist.
I'm not a nihilist.
I'm-- I'm-- I just-- I don't--
Where are you going?
Well, I'm a nihilist, so I have no idea.
Really?
-You're a nihilist? Okay. -That's right.
-Guilty as charged. -[radio host] ...oldies but...
You like this?
[radio host] Keep on listening for a chance to win
-tickets to your county fair. -The radio?
It's just a station announcer.
[chuckles] I know. I like him.
[Blank] You can have this if you want.
-Really? -Yeah.
-What is it? -I don't know.
Never know when you'll need it.
You're just gonna give it to me?
Yeah, why not?
You deserve something nice.
I'm so happy right now.
I need to go back.
I need to go back, I need to go back
so I can tell him that I can see it clearly now.
If you could take it all back...
you wouldn't know what you know now.
♪
[no audio]
Come back! Come back! Don't go.
Don't go. Don't.
♪
[crying]
I'm all alone.
Help me. [cries]
Help me.
♪
-Wake up. -Sleep.
You would need to go to sleep to wake up.
What are you protecting by being this way?
I couldn't save her.
Are you not worth saving yourself?
I just want to understand.
She forgot we needed her.
[mellow jazz instrumental playing]
Figure, why eat alone?
Is it good? [chuckling]
-In a rush? -I don't have to go.
I-- I just didn't really know what this was.
Why would you? It just started.
I'm happy to see you, Marian.
We're not really here right now.
I was gonna say.
It's funny, it's...
it's like you want it to be the same.
You want a lift?
[engine revving]
[whimsical instrumental melody playing]
Come on, Marla!
[chimes dinging]
Sorry about our mother.
She was sick.
How did you feel about her?
I feel like she was a woman who was never heard in her pain.
It happens.
No one deserves it, it's just...
we don't know what to do with all that weight.
[chimes dinging]
[Marian] Don't read that now.
It just says "I'll be with you forever.
Always."
[sincere melody playing]
[chimes dinging]
[Marla] I don't want you to go.
You left.
[Marla] I had to go.
[sobs] It hurts too much.
[Marian] I share your pain.
We have the same mother.
Tell me what I did wrong
so I can change.
Those people that want you to change,
they're not around anymore.
[doctor] This was you then.
[Marla] I believed myself.
I wanted connection.
-What kind of connection? -The kind a mother gives.
And now?
I realize I never learned what that looked like.
Do you now?
Please don't go. Don't go. Please.
It's time, Marla.
And what if everything could be different now?
Everything is different now.
Everything is different.
[Marla sobs]
Now.
[triangle chimes]
It's safe here.
I'm just so sad.
What's wrong?
I don't know what to do anymore.
It's okay.
Are you okay?
I'm okay.
Where can we go?
Can we go anywhere?
[seagulls calling]
[waves crashing]
What do you like?
I don't know.
What do you like?
I don't know.
It's nice to just relax.
I like you.
You're cool.
I like you, too.
What did you have for dinner last night?
Nothing.
-What did you have? -Nothing.
Why not?
I just-- when I'm scared...
I don't feel hungry anymore.
I forget to eat.
How about from now on...
you get to do whatever you want?
You deserve great things. Okay?
Don't listen to anybody else.
And you deserve to smile and to laugh
and be unafraid.
No one's ever gonna stop you.
Okay?
Anything?
Anything I want?
Anything.
You know what I like?
What?
I like to dream.
[sincere piano melody playing]
♪
[Young Marla] Why does it hurt?
[Marla] I don't want to feel unlovable anymore.
I want to feel like I'm able to be loved.
[Young Marla] I love you. You're more than this.
I see the real you.
What did you need someone to say?
It's not your fault! It's not your fault!
It's not your fault.
-[crying] -What will you tell me?
[Marla sniffling]
[Delores] Are you okay, honey?
What happened?
Is there anything you need?
Anything? Anything at all?
I need to call my friend.
Everything's gonna be all right.
You're gonna be fine, love.
[Marla cries]
[piano melody continues]
Marla! [chuckles]
Are you real right now?
Yeah, I'm motherfucking real.
You're real? This is real?
-Yes. -No.
-Please believe it. [laughs] -[Marla screams]
-I'm sorry. -It's okay. It's okay.
Like a rapper with no chain, like an April with no rain.
It just works.
We're friends.
Yeah.
Wanna talk?
[radio host] Now here's a little tune to bring you back.
Yeah.
["Toyland" by Doris Day playing]
♪ Toyland ♪
♪ Little girl ♪
♪ And boy land ♪
♪ While you dwell within it ♪
♪ You are ever happy there ♪
♪ Again ♪
[wind whooshing]
[thunder rumbling in distance]
Uh, Marla?
I think we're supposed to go to there.
[phone ringing]
You know what?
That is what I'm seeing. That is what it is.
That's a phone booth in the middle of the road.
Right? That is what I'm seeing.
That's messed up, right?
I don't know who I am anymore.
I don't really know either,
but I think I'm starting to get it.
Yeah.
We always have been sort of, like, nuts,
so, what's fun?
[phone ringing]
You gotta go, Marla. You gotta go.
It's, like, the only way to deal with all of this.
And what if I don't come back?
I'll come get you.
[phone ringing]
You're not alone, Marla.
We're all made of dark parts.
Just gotta try and face them.
You got this.
Go.
[tense music building]
-Nice of you to show up. -[door closes]
Hey.
[Mother] Open your gift.
Happy birthday.
Hi, Mom.
This is for you.
Thanks, Mom.
I had one just like it when I was a kid.
It's beautiful.
Mm-hmm.
I thought you would like it.
Let me see it.
Marla, put it down.
Mom, it's-- it's okay. She can hold it.
Put that down. It's your sister's.
[glass shattering]
-Goddamn it! -I-- I--
-Look what you just fucking did? -Mom!
Try to have one nice night.
-I'll pick it up. I'm sorry. -Yeah. Pick it up.
Pick it up right now. Do it.
-Pick it up! -Stop it.
-Pick it up! -Stop it! Stop it!
Mom! You're hurting her!
I don't care about hurting her.
She should see how it feels for once.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
[Mother scoffs]
[chuckles scornfully]
Jesus Christ.
I'm not coming back here.
Well, no one wants you here anyway, so...
You're not fit to be a fucking mother.
[panting]
[shrill chord plays]
Tell me what to do.
I don't know what to do. I'm so fucking angry.
-I'm so fucking mad. -[Blank] Marla.
I'm so mad. I'm so angry.
She's not gonna be okay. I need to go back there.
Please give it time. Please?
I told her I hated her.
Give it time. Give it time.
-[phone ringing] -Give it time.
Okay?
[phone continues ringing]
I don't want to pick it up.
Rest. Come on, come on.
Come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on.
[phone ringing]
[Marla sobbing]
I want to kill her.
[sniffling]
-Rest. -I have to go back there.
Rest.
I have to go back.
[inhales sharply] I have to go back there.
[answer machine clicks]
[Marian] I can't find Mom anywhere.
I'm worried about you.
You're my sister.
Marla, you need to go back there.
[birds chirping in distance]
[water splashing]
[mellow ambient music]
♪
[Mother breathing shakily]
I don't feel safe here. I don't feel safe here.
♪
[Mother sniffling]
I'll be right back.
[oppressive music playing]
♪
Mom!
Mom, Mom, please, stop.
-Marla! -Mom, stop!
Marla! Stop it.
Mom, please.
What are you doing? Let me go.
I want you to hear me. I want you to hear me.
Leave it alone. Stop trying.
I need you to hear me. I need you to hear me.
I love you. I need you to hear that.
Please. Can you hear me?
Mom, please. I don't want you to go.
I really don't want you to go.
Will you accept this?
How it is...
how it was, how I am.
This has nothing to do with you.
Nothing to do with you.
Do you hear me?
[music distorts]
Let me go.
[daunting instrumental building]
[music stops abruptly]
Mom?
[floor creaking]
[eerie, indiscernible whispering]
Open the door, Mom.
[whispering intensifies]
[whispering stops]
[door creaking]
Mom?
I'm really sorry.
[Marla breathing shakily] I'm--
I'm really sorry.
Are you okay?
I'm really sorry...
for-- for everything I said.
I didn't mean it.
I just want to tell you something.
-I don't-- -Shh.
Shh.
This has nothing to do with you.
Let go.
[Marla inhales deeply]
Shh, shh.
[rhythmic whooshing]
This has nothing to do with you.
Let go.
[sighs deeply]
Mom?
-[gunshot] -Mom!
[Marla screaming] Mom!
[sobbing]
Mom? Mom!
Mom! Mom!
[Marla sobbing] Mom.
Mom.
[sobbing]
Mom.
Mom. Mom.
[lullaby creeps in]
Mom. Mom.
Mom.
Marla?
You don't belong here.
Come on.
[lullaby continues]
[distorted heartbeat pounding]
[Marla, echoing] Can we go home now?
[melodious piano music]
When I was little
I used to hide when I was scared.
I would close my eyes...
and I'd be safe.
I used to imagine...
going to watch the moon tap dance.
♪
I would sit there and be safe.
There is no wrong place to be.
♪
I think I wanna choose living.
Is that me?
Facing it all. Trying.
It'll be worth it.
I'm sorry I didn't know sooner.
In life,
there are so many memories
to choose from.
Bad and good.
[piano music continues]
I'll never forget this.
I promise you.
I will always take you with me.
[piano music ends]
["House of the Rising Sun" playing]
♪ There is a house ♪
♪ In New Orleans ♪
♪ They call ♪
♪ The Rising Sun ♪
♪ And it's been the ruin ♪
♪ Of many a poor girl ♪
♪ And me, O God, for one ♪
♪ If I had listened ♪
♪ To what my mother said ♪
♪ I'd be at home today ♪
♪ But I was young ♪
♪ And foolish, O God ♪
♪ Let a rambler lead me astray ♪
♪ Go tell my baby sister ♪
♪ Never do what I have done ♪
♪ But shun the house ♪
♪ In New Orleans ♪
♪♪ They call the Rising Sun ♪
♪ I'm going back ♪
♪ To New Orleans ♪
♪ My race is almost run ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm going back ♪
♪ To spend my life ♪
♪ Beneath ♪
♪ The Rising Sun ♪
[music fades]
["I Will Die Alone" by Jessie Payo]
♪ Little girl in saddle shoes ♪
♪ Dancing in my mama's room ♪
♪ I still hear her singing to me ♪
♪ She sang of life, she sang of love ♪
♪ And everything I would become ♪
♪ And how I'd meet the man of my dreams ♪
♪ But I was born of desert fire ♪
♪ Driven by my one desire ♪
♪ Traded all I had for the great unknown ♪
♪ A bleeding heart I don't possess ♪
♪ And when I'm finally laid to rest ♪
♪ I will die alone ♪
♪ Yes, I will die alone ♪
♪ I left the church, I left the man ♪
♪ I left behind the life we planned ♪
♪ I heard the devil call out to me ♪
♪ No diamond ring, no wedding band ♪
♪ The love I had slipped through my hands ♪
♪ And I will never be free ♪
♪ 'Cause I was born of desert fire ♪
♪ Driven by my one desire ♪
♪ Traded all I had for the great unknown ♪
♪ A bleeding heart I don't possess ♪
♪ And when I'm finally laid to rest ♪
♪ I will die alone ♪
♪
[music fades]