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- If I were to tell you why I did what I did
when I was broke and alone, would you pity me,
or would you say that my actions were justified?
Perhaps you'd relate to my isolation, my need,
or perhaps you'd simply see my lack of morality.
Choices,
choices,
choices.
- Good morning, sleepyhead.
Up, up.
- Five more minutes?
Nope.
- Mom! - Good morning.
Up, get up now.
- Okay.
- You got this? - I got this.
- Now wash your hands. - Okay.
- I'm hungry. - Okay you.
Come on, customers are waiting.
And Barbara? - Yeah?
- I want you to pinkie promise
that whatever happens to me,
you'll be a happy girl. - Promise.
- You'll keep this store alive, okay?
- Talking portraits are machine-embroidered
custom portraits. - With audio recordings.
- Made right here at Duggen's.
- Late.
You know at this rate
I'll be late for my own wedding.
You know your mother, rest her soul,
would've been done and gone by now, hmm.
Why, why she drove,
I mean, why you drive that ridiculous windup,
it's beyond me.
Well, at least she was mildly reliable.
Not running her business into the ground,
living with ghosts.
I remember this.
- It's time to stitch. - Time to-
So now I have to pay for a dusty button.
No.
No!
- Well I, I, I have a, a, a spare at the shop.
I can, I can cancel my other appointments and-
- You don't have any other appointments.
- Well- - A spare,
spare at, at the shop?
- Yeah.
- But my wedding is,
just get my fucking button
you stupid girl, get up!
Go, go, stupid girl, go!
No button, no money!
Put your foot down, you stupid girl!
- Choices, choices,
Choices.
Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime, call police, drive away.
- Barbara, you keep this store alive.
- What's the nature of your call?
- It's time to-
- Don't you fucking talk.
- What the fuck are you doing?
What the?
- It's time-
- What the fuck?
- Please.
- Please let me go.
- Help, help!
- Barbara!
- Help, help, I'm up here! I'm tied up here-
- Barbara, my wedding!
- One minute!
- My button, just get my fucking button!
Barbara let me in, let me in right now and-
- Coming, coming.
- I mean I've waited, I've waited an hour and a half-
- Open.
- Sorry,
I just got caught up.
- Oh just sew my fucking button.
- Okay, done.
- Third marriage,
everything needs to be perfect.
Let's go.
- He's coming for me,
and he's coming for you.
The boy's father, the boy you made me kill.
When he finds your needle.
What is your next move?
You think this case is mine?
My boss will give you 10%,
and I'll keep the father from killing us both.
- What happened?
- The boy changed his mind at the drop.
I chased him, he shot at me.
- And? - And then he crashed,
and I crashed into him.
And this is a family you don't wanna hit.
- My family was Mom.
She's still here,
in the thread.
I can't leave,
this is all that's left of her.
- This place, it isn't worth dying for.
- This store is everything!
Oskar. - Getting heavy, really heavy.
Little help?
- Okay, wait here.
- It's a real shame that you had to pack it all up.
First dance high school goes here, don't you think?
♪ Ohhh Dalara howyoumoveso- ♪
- Oskar, Oskar, y-you can't just show up.
- Come again?
- You need to make an appointment.
- ... might be suspecting something.
She found a rooster in my pocket
when she was doing the laundry,
that guy.
How's the latest panel coming?
- Help, help!
- This one's not here no, don't move that one I haven't,
where, where can we put this one?
Barbara, I need this one.
I'm working here.
- I'll just have them here, okay?
Oskar um, if we just leave it like this,
and then we'll do a full, a full layout tomorrow, okay?
- And then the final stitch? - Mm-hmm.
- Barbara,
need more thread.
Yellow ochre might also be nice.
- Tomorrow, right?
- Yes Oskar. - Until tomorrow!
- Don't move.
- Do you hear me?!
- Fuck!
- The mobile seamstress,
suddenly not so mobile.
- Barbara? - Yes, Mom.
Choices.
- I'm trying to be
strong for you.
Choices.
- Doing the best I can. - I know, Mommy.
Choices.
- I'm so sorry.
- Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime. Call police. Drive away.
- Barbara, you'll do the right thing.
- What's the nature of your call?
- An accident, and, and there's motorcycles down,
and, and there's guns, and- - Whoa, whoa.
Hold on there sweetheart, just tell me where you are.
- Um-
- Don't you fucking talk.
- Near, near Tamina Pass.
Um, just off 41. - Very good.
- Is this Ms. Engel? - Of course.
- It's me, it's Barbara, Barbara Duggen.
- Oh hi, Barbara.
You just sit tight, and I'll be right there.
The ambulance is in another town
but there's room in the cruiser, okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
Darn robe.
You called just in time, you're lucky I picked up.
You stay in the car, Barbara.
Huh.
Barbara?
- Yeah?
- Mind popping the hood?
- My, my hood? - Yes dear.
- Um, yeah.
- Oh darn it, Barbara.
Now why'd you want to go and get yourself
all messed up with this?
Come on, you're gonna have to get outta the car.
Come on get out and, and get your sewing box.
I seem to have ripped my robe.
I'm going to need your help getting them into the car.
Then it's to the office, medical later I'm afraid.
Three, two, one.
Your full life ahead of you.
You're not your mother.
How you doing in there? Medics will be here soon.
Just let me know what it'll cost, okay?
Like it or not, y'all have landed
in my quiet little jurisdiction.
The valley traps people, you come as a tourist,
you end up as the sheriff, notary, justice of the peace.
Now, I'm an off-the-record kind of a gal,
so anything you fellas wanna say is just for my ears.
I really believe that I can help
before the higher authorities become involved.
What I'm trying to say is,
you two don't come off like seasoned offenders,
and I'd hate to see your lives destroyed
by a single lapse of judgment.
Young man,
would you like to tell me exactly
what happened?
Young man,
why are you here?
- I um-
- Hmm?
- I'm here, I'm here because, um-
- Because?
- Because of my father.
- Do you think your father would approve of your actions,
your actions today?
- No,
no he's, he's gonna be very upset.
- As he should be.
The ultimate role model, that's what fathers are.
- A clean drop.
- A clean drop?
- That's what he wanted.
But um,
I pissed myself and bolted,
and now he's gonna kill me.
- You pissed yourself?
Huh.
Why?
- I'm scared of him.
- And where's this scary Pa of yours now?
- He's on his way here,
and he's gonna kill you, you, and you.
- Hmm,
I see.
Well, I've got a wedding to officiate,
and so we'll deal with this killing business later.
How much? - How much?
- For the robe, dear.
Here, five francs should cover it,
given the working conditions.
- We're gonna be killed.
- Now Barbara, you gotta get a hold of yourself.
There'll be no killing on my watch.
- No but.
Take off your belt. - What?
- And your shoe laces. - Huh?
- Tie them together.
The keys on the desk,
you're gonna get them.
- And with the union of Grace Marian Vessler
and Melvin Edmond Richards,
we're reminded of the sanctity of marriage.
When two people come together to spend their eternity.
- And you'll let me go?
- How the hell is this- - Deal?
- Of course.
- And we divide it?
- Bitch.
What do you want me to do?
- Throw the buckle to the left of the keys
and leave it there.
- I Melvin take you Grace to be my wife,
to share the good times and hard times, side by side.
I humbly offer my hand, as I pledge my faith and love.
- Melvin? - Just as this ring
I give you today is a circle without end-
- Melvin!
- More left.
Back.
- Ah, fucking hell. - Okay, forward.
It has to be higher.
Good, hold steady.
Pull carefully, very gently.
- It just won't work this way.
The goddam button.
- Gracie.
- That's what all this is about, a button?
- It's my wedding,
not a bloody peep show!
- My dear,
I think this is your lucky day!
- Fuck. - Oh shitter.
- I have another client for you.
Get your box.
Protocol.
- Ta-da!
- Oh fuck me.
I'm a, a blood-soaked disaster, thanks to you.
- Now calm down, Bear. - Oh shut it, Melvin.
I won't even ask.
If only your mother could see you now.
- How you fellas doing?
I'm sorry the medics haven't gotten here yet.
They'll be here pretty soon.
- It's time to-
- ... will never fail, and with this ring, I thee wed.
- Attach the laces to the buckle,
you're gonna toss the other end.
- Throw.
Throw.
- Fuck off.
- Wave-like motions with the laces, okay?
Very carefully.
Okay, pull slowly. - Slowly.
- Carefully.
- Hey,
little help?
Fuck you!
- Give me the keys, okay? - Give her the keys.
Just give her the fucking keys.
- Throw them to me, toss me the keys.
- Fuck you! - You shitter.
We had a deal. - We just fucking helped you.
- I did everything.
You can't do this, get the keys please.
- Fuck!
I got it.
- Can you see them?
Anything?
- I can't see anything.
- I'm impressed with your seamstress skills.
Really,
you're a natural.
- I don't even like thread.
- It seems like we both have the wrong occupations.
- Forced to be a drug dealer?
- Forced to be a mobile seamstress?
- No.
- So why do it?
- It's all I know.
- And the voices in the box?
- It's my mom and a younger me.
We would dance to it, and it's the last one we recorded.
It's hard to listen to.
- And now by the powers vested in me-
- On the ground!
- Shoot, darn it, darn it, oh darn it, darn it.
Darn robe, darn.
- Now.
- The mobile seamstress,
suddenly not so mobile.
- Dad!
- What's your name?
- Barbara.
- Barbara, nice name, Babs.
We had a dog called Babs,
didn't we Josh? - Dad-
- Is she your new girlfriend, Josh?
You meet her up on the road,
just before your colossal fuck up?
- No. - I didn't think so.
She's outta your league.
Outta your league Josh, aren't you Babs?
Aren't you? - Yes.
- Yes, yes what Babs? Yes what?
What Babs, what?
You're too good for my son, is that what you're saying Babs?
- No, no.
- Yes?
- No, no.
- No?
Then what are you saying, Babs?
What are you fucking saying, Babs?!
- I, I don't know enough to judge.
- Judge, you are gonna judge?
Who are you judging Babs?
Tell me, who are you fucking judging?!
- Dad!
- You think you can fucking judge me?!
- A little help, please.
I'll go, I'll go get help.
- Barbara? - Yes.
- Choices.
- You'll be on your own.
- I know.
- Choices.
- One day, you'll be me.
- Choices.
- Please don't go.
- Perfect crime.
Call police.
Drive away.
Perfect crime. Call police. Drive away.
- Barbara, you'll move on.
- What's the-
- Don't you fucking talk.
- ... you pledge your undying love.
Grace, have you prepared your vows?
- Um,
I Grace-
- Police, notary and weddings.
I'm sorry I can't pick up right now,
but if you leave a brief message, I'll get right-
I can't pick up right now, but if you leave-
- Hey Barbara, I'll be right there.
- The mobile seamstress.
Suddenly not so mobile.
- Nice to see you, Barbara.
What can I get you and your- - Family, we're family.
Two coffees and a sweet soda for big boy here.
- You got it.
- We had a dog called Babs once, didn't we Josh?
Josh,
say hi to Babs.
- Hi.
Hi.
You a fucking mouse?
- So, here we are.
Anything else?
- I'll have a schnitzel, boy'll have the same, Babs?
Make it three schnitzels.
Let's have a goddamn schnitzel party.
He's fine,
he's fine.
You're a competent waitress, I can tell.
Anyone ever give you a manual for waiting tables?
- Three schnitzels. - Didn't think so.
It's true of any service position.
It's only by doing that you get to know your customer.
Clearly Joshua didn't know his customer.
He wasn't potty trained until he was six.
His mother said I made him nervous.
Here's what I'm gonna need from you, Babs.
I'm gonna need you to forget everything you saw.
Everything, you understand me? - Yeah.
- A lotta people in this town,
they're going to be asking a lotta questions,
so I'm gonna need a little bit more from you.
Joshua and I are in town for the day.
We're distant relatives when they ask,
a nice visit, family luncheon, you got that?
- Yeah. - Good.
Now Joshua here is pretty badly beaten up.
I can't take him to the hospital for obvious reasons,
so you're gonna stitch him.
Restroom, now.
Take only what you need.
- It's time to-
- What the fuck?
You might need a second.
- It's time to stitch.
It's time to stitch. - Time to stitch.
- Stitch like a song, with perfect rhythm.
- Hello.
I'm looking for Barbara,
her sewing kit?
- She's not here.
I can sure see that, sir.
Anniversary quilt, for my wife.
It talks.
Don't tell her.
Name's Oskar.
Barbara's student, teaching me to stitch.
You?
- I'm Barbara's uncle.
- Aside from her mother I, I didn't know Barbara had family.
A real pity when she passed.
The two,
like sisters.
Well it sure must be nice for her having you around.
- This jacket was my dad's when he was my age.
I always knew this day was coming but,
it just always felt so,
so distant.
Every year my dad would put this jacket on me,
and he'd laugh at how big it was,
how it would cover me like an oversized blanket.
And I thought as long as it doesn't fit,
I'd be safe.
This birthday was different.
- Sit still, I need to stitch you.
- What's the point? - You want freedom?
- Her first flight.
This is your captain speaking, your husband loves you, over.
Now this one, this one is very special.
Ugh, darn it,
dagnabbit.
Where is Barbara?
- No matter what happens, don't let go of this.
This is your lifeline, okay?
Listen closely.
- Barbara, are you in there?
- Pull the second, then the first.
- Barbara.
Barbara.
- Oskar, hi.
- My goodness are, are you okay?
- Yeah. - Who's this?
- This is Joshua.
My cousin, cousin Josh. - Hi.
- He was um, in a bit of an accident,
so I was just helping clean him up.
- Whoops,
forgive me folks for barging in
for all this.
Barbara, I will call you.
- Yeah, bye.
- Food is cold.
You two took a lot longer than I would've thought.
Any interesting conversation I might have missed?
I find that hard to believe.
Now what did he tell you?
What?
- He said he was scared.
- Oh, oh I see.
You were scared Josh, you were scared, were you?
And why were you scared Joshua?
C'mon, tell me, I'm ready to hear it.
- I was scared of him. - Him who?
- The seller.
- You shouldn't have been scared.
- I know, I know, but-
But I was.
- Was it his gun that scared you?
- Yeah. - But you had a gun too,
didn't you? - I did, yeah.
- And did he fire his gun at you?
- Yeah.
- No,
no he didn't.
You know how I know that Josh?
I checked the magazine, had a full round.
Your gun on the other hand,
that's a lot of shooting for someone who's afraid.
A lot of shooting for someone who's not being fired at.
Now it seems to me you weren't afraid at all.
It seems to me you wanted him dead.
Now from a business standpoint Josh,
that doesn't make any sense.
Babs, you ever make the hem on someone's dress
and then just when they're about to pay you,
you pull out the old six-shooter
and plug them in the face?
- No.
- Take the cash and leave me son,
that was your plan, wasn't it?
I suspected something like this might happen,
and I was prepared.
Consider yourself very, very lucky.
- Yeah.
- Today was supposed to be a day of celebration,
toasting the success of your first job.
Now look at us, here in this shithole diner
eating cold schnitzels beside a sorry-ass spinster.
- I'm sorry. - What are you sorry for?
- I'm, I'm sorry- - What are you sorry for?
- For lying about the deal. - And?
- For trying to steal the money.
- And?
- I'm sorry for trying to leave, for trying to leave you.
- And there it is.
And there it is.
I understand your mom passed, Babs.
Is that right?
- Yes.
- And you loved her?
- Yes.
- Ever consider leaving her?
You know, when she was alive and kicking.
Ever consider leaving your mother?
- I, I did.
She was killing herself and I couldn't watch.
- What do you know about love, Josh?
Well, let me tell you a little something about it.
It hurts like hell when it's not reciprocated,
but when it's your own child,
the pain is immense,
and you will do anything, anything to relieve it.
Even if that means destroying those who are closest to you.
I was prepared.
Boom.
That case won't bring you happiness.
Believe you me,
far from it.
I'm getting too old for this, Josh.
Today was the day when you were supposed to fill my shoes,
to repay me for everything that I've done for you.
You failed me son.
More so than you will never know.
- I love you, Dad.
- I see.
Kill her.
- No.
- Bathroom, woods, car, here at the goddamn table.
You choose. - No, no, no.
- Trust, courage, loyalty,
your only way out.
- It's time to stitch.
- Time to stitch. - Stitch like a song,
with perfect rhythm. - What the fuck are you doing?
♪ Oh, the sewing machine, the sewing machine ♪
♪ A girl's best friend ♪
♪ If I didn't have my sewing machine ♪
♪ I'd have come to no good end ♪
♪ Well, a bobbin, a bobbin and peddle, a peddle ♪
♪ And wheel the wheel by day ♪
♪ So by night I feel so weary that I never get out to play ♪
♪ Oh, the sewing machine, the sewing machine ♪
♪ A helping hand ♪
♪ If I didn't have my sewing machine ♪
♪ I'd drink to beat the band ♪
♪ But a bobbin, a bobbin and peddle, a peddle ♪
♪ As busy as a bug ♪
♪ So by night I feel so weary that I can hardly lift a mug ♪
♪ Oh, I thread the needle and fix the shuttle ♪
♪ And put in the cloth and pull on the lever ♪
♪ A bobbin, a bobbin and peddle, a peddle ♪
♪ And wheel the wheel all day ♪
♪ Oh, the sewing machine, the sewing machine ♪
♪ The sewing machine, the sewing machine ♪
♪ is a girl's best friend ♪
- You done?
Wow Babs, wow.
That was quite impressive.
A little repetitive, but overall,
if you don't mind a little bit of benign criticism,
you could've extended your arms a little more.
Anything to stay alive, huh Josh?
But no, absolutely brilliant.
Thank you, thank you, I needed that.
All right.
Now it's your turn.
- Barbara.
Really?
- Now is not a good time, Miss.
- Excuse me?
I don't know who you are,
or who you think you are,
and frankly I don't care if you're the good Lord himself.
Barbara is meeting me outside.
Bring your sewing box.
Out.
You might have to kill them both.
- Have you any idea what it's like to bleed
in front of the altar? - I'm sorry, but-
- It's my honeymoon, and we're already late,
but I'm damned
if I'm gonna leave without my button.
- The first kill is always the hardest.
- Or maybe you could just give her the case,
and be done with it.
- Done.
- It's time.
- Good night, sweetie. - Good night, Mommy.
- All right hey, I'll dream of you,
you dream of me, okay?
- You might say that this is what I needed all along,
to let go of the store, to let go of mom.
But despite being so torn, I somehow found my way.
Would you have chosen a similar path,
or would you have taken a different road?
- So now I have to pay for a dusty button.
Third marriage,
everything needs to be perfect.
- Done.
- So what's the rest of your afternoon looking like?
- Cold calls.
- Hmm.
- Open.
Open.
Tamina Pass?
Where's Tamina Pass?
Wait.
This never happened.
- Choices,
choices,
choices.