Kwik Stop (2001) Movie Script
- Ohh...
- What?
- See that?
- What?
- Bad boy.
- Oh, my god.
- There he goes again.
- Yeah.
I'll, uh...Have a pack of reds
and, uh, do you have one of
those, uh -- those, uh, jelly
things with the sprinkles on
them?
- Chuckles?
- Yeah.
- No.
- What?
- Back seat's full of luggage.
- Where do you think he's
going?
- Ask him.
- You ask.
- Hmm. Tartar control.
- Keep it.
- Can I have a cigarette?
- Buy your own.
- Hey, asshole!
- Excuse me?
- I know the owner.
- So?
- Can I have a cigarette?
- No.
- Say you're sorry.
What do you
want?
- Say you're sorry.
- Sorry.
- Not me.
Him, shoplifter.
Fuck you.
- Sunny.
- Yeah?
- Get that cop.
- Cop?
- Hurry up, now.
- Okay.
Okay! Okay.
- Never mind, sunny.
- Can I have my toothpaste
back?
- What's your name?
Lucky.
Lucky?
Really?
- Yeah. Lucky.
- I'm didi. This is sunny.
She's shy.
Where you going?
- To apologize.
- No, the boxes in the car.
- L.A., Hollywood.
- No fucking way.
For real?
- Yeah. I'm an actor.
- I'm an actress.
- No shit.
- You ever been to Hollywood,
sunny?
- Once when I was three.
- I ain't never been anywhere.
Ca-ban ya-bou ba-bela-bieve bis
ga-buy?
- Ha-bes ca-bute.
- I'll-ba ca-ball ya-bou,
o-ba-ka-bay?
- Whatever.
- Tell you what I'm gonna do,
lucky.
I need a ride home.
Take me there and I won't turn
your lucky ass in.
- You got it.
- You can have mine.
- Call me.
- Tonight.
- For real, okay?
Bitch.
- Where do I...?
- Just keep going straight.
- Thanks.
You're not from around here.
That's for sure.
- No.
- Where you from?
- Here and there.
- What's your real name?
- Lucky.
- No, really.
- My name is lucky.
- Come on.
- I'm serious.
- Okay, lucky.
- How old are you?
- 21.
- My ass.
- No, really.
- Bullshit.
- What's your real name?
- Lucky.
- I'm 18.
- That's what I thought.
Where's your house?
- You already passed it.
Turn around.
Just keep going.
He's great in "fingers."
- The fucking best.
You've seen that movie?
- Of course.
Have you?
- Of course.
- How many times?
- Six, seven times, maybe.
- I've seen it 10 times.
- He's better in
"mean streets."
- That's de niro's movie.
- Showier role.
- Maybe.
What's your name again?
- Didi.
- Didi.
Sure.
Where am I?
- Make a right here.
- You ever read that?
- "Tropic of cancer."
Jesus. Yes.
- You have?
- Yeah.
- It's great shit, huh?
- Indulgent shit, sure.
- Fucking kidding me?
- Have you seen the movie?
- "Henry & June?"
- No, the movie they made from
the book.
- They never made a movie out
of "tropic of cancer."
- You've never seen it?
- There's no movie.
- There certainly is, and I
hated it.
- So, you never read the book.
- No.
- Y-You can't judge the book by
the movie.
- Have you seen the movie?
- There's no movie.
- See the movie,
then talk to me.
- Where the hell are we?
- I don't know.
I think the forest preserve.
- Where do you live?
- Not here.
We're lost.
- Well, I mean, don't you live
around here?
- Maybe.
Hi.
- You're...weird.
- You're intense.
- Yeah?
Is that a good thing?
- As good as being weird.
Can I kiss you?
- W-What?
Let me kiss you.
Yeah.
Yeah. Go ahead.
I don't care.
- Never mind.
- No, no, no.
I mean, it's just...
I mean, this is -- this is kind
of strange, don't you think?
I mean -- I mean, I
barely know you.
- You barely know me?
- Right.
- I see.
I thought I knew you.
Turn around.
My house is a few blocks back.
Take me with you.
- What?
- Take me with you.
- Are you serious?
- Uh-huh.
- I'm leaving right now.
- Right now's fine.
- I need money. You got any?
- No.
- Well, I need to pick up some
cash, and then I'm gone.
- I'll see what I can scrounge.
- Yeah, I can't afford any dead
weight.
- I promise you I'm nothing
dead.
- Hey.
I'm serious.
- So am I.
Please.
- Let's go.
- Where are we?
- You'll see.
- How long have we been
driving?
- Only a couple hours.
- Where's the light?
- Can't seem to find it.
Here, let me put you down.
- No, no, no.
Find the light first.
You're getting heavy.
Well, then you
better find the light.
Okay.
Here's the bed.
Off you go.
- No, no, no, no!
No!
- When the stars above...
- It's so beautiful.
- Oh, wow.
- Come here.
Listen to this.
You hear that?
Yeah.
Let me hear.
- I find that I have found
something...
You're worse off than I am.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- I don't know.
You tell me.
- Get up. Get off my legs.
- I have never...
Can you believe this joint?
- Come here.
Check out the bathroom.
Funky toilet.
- Come over here.
- What?
- We are strangely in love
- we are strangely in love
What's your name?
- Let me see your driver's
license.
Come on.
- No, no, no.
- Let me see. Let me see.
Stop!
- Let me see!
- No, no. Wait.
No, no.
- Let's get high.
You got any pot?
- Yeah.
- If you've ever been
lost...
- Where are we?
- Some dinky town.
- This don't feel like some
dinky town.
I feel special here.
- How I'm feeling...
- This -- this is the good
stuff.
- For our special occasion.
For our special in-casion,
a-deed.
- ...blue smoke
that curls 'round
the cold candlelight
if you've ever been chained
to a heartache
- What are you doing?
It burns.
- ...no hope in sight
- Watch me.
- If you've ever been
lost in a blue note
- You don't want to waste any.
- ...how I'm feeling...
- Blow it my way.
- Sax man blows
and a teardrop flows
You see?
It's sacred.
You religious?
- I don't know.
- Fuck god, you know?
This is my religion.
The right here, the right now,
you, me, you get me?
- Yeah.
- I was busted for pot once.
- Oh, my god.
- Yeah.
Yeah, tough shit.
Booked, cuffed, blah, blah,
blah.
You know who's responsible for
outlawing pot?
No.
- William Randolph hearst.
You know who he is?
- No.
- You've seen "citizen Kane,"
right?
- Yeah.
- That's him.
That's him.
Orson welles played him.
Hearst outlawed welles, too, so
I guess if you -- if you get
stoned and you watch
"citizen Kane" at the same time,
you're probably a-a commie.
You talk too
much.
- I'm high.
What do you want from me?
- Come sit by me.
- ...in a blue note
- Let's play a game.
- All right.
- It's an acting game.
Oh, no.
- No, no, really.
It'll be fun.
- Oh, I don't want to play any
games.
- Come on. It'll be fun.
We sit across from each other
and we close our eyes and we
touch each other's faces real
slow, getting to know every
intimate detail.
- That's a game?
- It's supposed to help you get
to know somebody better.
Come on. It'll be fun.
- What's your name?
- Mike.
- Mike.
Your turn.
- You ever been high before?
- No.
Never.
I knew it.
You okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah. I'm fine with you here.
- I like you.
- I like you, too.
I'm scared.
I want a cigarette.
- Yeah. Me, too.
- Laurie, my baby, time...
- So...
- ...Goes so slow
- ...strange.
- You're high.
- No. That's not it.
Yeah, maybe that is it.
How long is it gonna take us to
get to Hollywood?
- I don't know.
- Let's take our time.
Let's stop at whatever looks
cool.
- Okay.
- Let's take forever.
Let's stop everywhere -- every
town -- and sleep in every
motel.
Maybe we'll never get to L.A.
- Someday we will.
- Yeah.
You're right. We will.
I guess I'm just nervous.
- It's just something I've
always wanted.
- Me, too.
- It's like...Everything, you
know?
- I know.
- Of course you're nervous.
- I don't feel nervous when you
talk to me like that.
Kiss me.
Keep talking.
- Laurie, I love you, you
wait and see
- We'll stop in Wyoming.
- I can feel your voice in my
stomach.
- We'll stop in hotels just
like this one.
- Just like this one?
- Better.
- I can taste the smoke.
- Yeah, me, too.
Taste like the outside, like a
campfire.
- You're shaking.
- You taste like leaves.
Keep talking.
- We can stop in Texas.
- Kaiser spring?
- Kaiser spring, too.
- Tighter.
- I got you.
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
- I love you. I love you.
- ...and won't be around
someday, I know, our dreams
will come true
Laurie, my baby, I wait for
you
Laurie, my baby, I love you
I'm hungry.
Let's order breakfast.
Mike, are you hungry?
Psst. Are you naked?
I'm naked, too.
- Mike?
- Check-out time was an hour
ago, dear.
- Oh.
Uh, can we -- can we stay
another night?
- Of course.
That'll be another $25.
- Oh, my husband will be back
soon.
Matches! Matches!
Do you need matches, sir?
- Out of my way!
Oh!
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
Thank you, sir.
- Hi, there.
Are you...All alone?
Is your husband somewhere about?
- If you're planning on staying
another night, you're gonna have
to pay for it like everybody
else.
- Hey.
Do you have the $25, miss?
Okay.
We're gonna have to ask you to
leave the premises.
Okay?
- Yes or no?
Do you understand what we're
saying?
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Don't fucking touch me!
- How much is one-way ticket
back to bastian?
- Well...
Where?
- Bastian.
- Bastian, bastian.
$22. Leaves in an hour.
- How much to California?
Hollywood.
- Hollywood.
- How much?
- That would be $139.
- How about just giving it to
me?
- How much you got?
- I've got thirty-five...
62.
- That's a start.
- I'll be back.
- I'll be here.
- Hi.
I'm underage.
Don't tell anyone, okay?
My name's didi.
I'm new in town.
- Can I get you something?
- A beer would be nice.
Thanks.
Guess how old I am.
- Look, uh...
- Didi.
- Look, didi, you seem like a
nice girl, but if you don't
mind, I'd like to be left alone.
- Got the blues?
I guess you could say that.
- I made you laugh.
- Yes, you did.
But, seriously, I'm an asshole
and I hate little girls, so why
don't you find someone else to
drink with?
- Oh.
Sorry if I made you mad.
- Hold up a second.
Hold on.
Sit down.
You can finish your beer.
I'm just really not good
company.
I don't talk much.
- Oh, we don't have to talk.
I just want someone to sit next
to.
Well, I can see why you got the
blues.
This place is fucking
depressing.
- Weak, weak people.
- Yeah.
- They look at me like I'm a
tomfool, some sick man.
Fuck 'em.
- Fuck 'em.
- They're all scared of me.
- Scared? Why?
- Well, just look at me.
- You seem sweet to me.
- Who are you?
- What?
- Why are you talking to me?
- I just want someone to talk
to.
- Me, too. Sorry.
Why on earth did you ever pick
this town?
- Kind of stumbled into it.
- Heart tripped you up and you
stumbled, right?
- How did you know?
- How old are you?
- Guess.
- 18.
- Good guess.
- I'm Emil.
And I got to use the head.
Watch my stuff.
- Where the fuck did you go?
You know, it's real nice of you
to leave without saying
goodbye.
- You motherfucker!
You're a fucking asshole!
How dare you try to turn things
around!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell are you talking
about?
- You left me!
You left me all alone in the
middle of nowhere!
- I left you?!
You left me!
- What?!
- I-I told you I had to go get
us a little money.
- Oh, no.
Don't even fucking try.
You left me!
- I-I'm here, aren't I?
- You're an asshole.
I trusted you.
- Didi, am I not standing here
right now?
- You left the shower running
to trick me.
- I did?
- You said you loved me.
- Didi, am I not standing here
right now?
- Yeah.
- Listen.
I got us a little money.
Where were you
all day?
I tried to tell
you -- scoring us some dough.
- I don't know.
- You -- you -- you know, you
left, and I, you know -- I
came -- you know, it's gone -- I
don't know.
- Now what?
- I still hate you.
- Fuck it.
- No, you don't get off that
easy.
You're taking me to L.A. like
you promised.
- I thought you hated me.
- I do.
But that doesn't mean we can't
still go together.
Oh, please.
- Do we have a deal or not?
- I'm still taking you to L.A.?
- Yeah.
- Well, do you still think you
can trust me?
- No.
But we'll just be friends from
now on.
I want to do the smart thing.
- Well, you know, I don't know
if I want to go with you
anymore.
So you did leave me!
- Fuck you, didi!
Fine. Get in the car.
- Just friends!
- Fine.
You know, you -- you weren't
really my type anyway.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
- You said you loved me.
- You said it first.
- Oh, really?
Well, now you aren't my type,
either.
- Well, there you have it.
- Good.
- Good.
- So, where's this money?
- Get in the car.
- Where are we going?
- You'll see.
- Who lives here?
- Okay.
You look around here.
I'm gonna go look in the
bedroom.
- Wait a minute.
You're so bad.
- Is anybody home?
- What do you think?
- How do you know?
- I used to live around here.
Hurry up.
Look around, okay?
- Find anything?
- Aah!
- Aah!
- Jesus.
You scared the shit out of me.
You find anything?
- Nothing.
- Look what I found.
90 bucks.
- Too cool!
- Okay. Other rooms.
- Wah-chh!
Oh! Sonic youth!
I love Sonic youth!
- Who's Sonic youth?
- "Who's Sonic youth?"
Are you a fag?
- Look under the bed.
Come on. Let's move.
I can't believe you never heard
of Sonic youth.
Too cool!
- He's the master of
everything
Gives it all
gives it in
gives it all so willingly
he takes it all
takes it in
takes it all so willingly
- hurts we can't breathe
- one happy home
- hurts so we can't breathe
- one happy home
- hurts so we can't breathe
- one happy home
- hurts so we can't breathe
- one happy home
- hurts so we can't breathe
What are you
doing?
- Nothing.
Don't.
- Why not?
- We had an agreement.
- Oh, yeah?
Don't.
- What?
Don't.
- Gives it all
gives it in
gives it all so willingly
takes it all
takes it in
takes it all so willingly
gives it up
gives it in
gives it all so willingly
- Okay.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey.
I mean, we've been here...Too
long.
We, uh -- we better stop.
- That was stupid.
- What do you mean?
- We can't do this.
- What are you doing?
- Trying to use my head.
Please, let's be smart, okay?
California's a long trip.
- Maybe it's not a good idea
that we go together.
- What?
- Yeah.
I don't want -- I mean, you
know.
- No. I don't know.
- Things to be uncomfortable.
I don't want you resenting me.
- Please don't tell me you are
that big of a pussy.
Fuck you.
- No, fuck you.
You said I could go with you.
- You can.
I just thought that you might
not want to anymore.
With me.
- I'm cool. You cool?
- Yeah.
- No, really?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Okay. No more. Let's go.
- Check it out.
- Ooh, where did you find that?
- Top drawer.
What are you doing?
- Let's go.
- How much money you got on
you?
- Nothing.
- Okay.
Well, that gives us 90 bucks.
- Perfect.
- I'm hungry.
You hungry?
- Not really.
- I am.
Let's go to sal's.
- Wait for the road, dude.
- The road does not have sal's.
- Come on.
Let's hit the road.
- Go ahead.
I'm going to sal's.
- They got shakes?
- Banana.
- You're the boss, boss.
- Where's the map?
- Right here.
What was that about?
- Don't look at me.
- What's the plan?
- What?
- The plan -- the route.
- Oh.
- The route.
- Let's see. Look.
- What would you two like?
- I'd like a banana shake,
please.
- Banana shake.
And what would you like, sir?
- Uh, cheeseburger and a coke.
- I'm sorry, but I can't hear
you, sir.
- A cheeseburger and a
Coca-Cola, please.
- Coming right up, sir.
- Why are we here, again?
- I'm hungry.
- Okay.
- Check it out. Look.
All you got to do is take the 10
west until you hit the coast,
and that's it.
- Cool. I'm excited.
Aren't you?
- It's no big deal.
- My name's ruthie.
What's yours?
- Didi.
- Nice to meet you, didi.
I'll be your server tonight.
And what's your name, sir?
- Knock it off.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't catch that, sir.
- Knock it off.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I'll knock it off right now.
- What?
- What's going on?
- You can't smoke in here, sir.
- Excuse me?
- I said, "you can't smoke in
here, sir."
- Ruthie, will you fucking
stop?
You're embarrassing me.
- I'm embarrassing you?
I'm embarrassing you?
How dare you?!
I mean, how fucking dare you?!
- Let's go.
- What are you still doing
here?
I mean -- I mean, if you're
gonna go be some big fucking
Hollywood actor, then go.
Get out of here.
Leave.
But no, no, no, no.
You got to bring some chick with
you now, right?
I mean, what the fuck is that?
You tell me that you're leaving
to follow your dreams, so you
know what?
I do what's right by you.
I listen.
I let you go.
So, why won't you let me forget,
huh?
I mean, I am trying to forget
here.
I've got dreams, too, you know?
Just go.
Get the fuck out of here and
leave.
- I'm trying to.
- Why her?
Why can't I go with you?
- Ruthie, please.
- It hurts.
- I'm sorry.
- Why are you so mean to me?
- Ruthie...
- Don't say my name.
Just don't.
- I'm sorry, but I got to go.
- No. Don't. Just stay with me.
Please.
- Ruthie...
- Don't say my name.
- Bye.
- Fuck you, you know?
Fuck you for making me go
through this again!
- You okay?
- We need more money.
- No, we don't.
- We got enough for gas.
Food and motels?
Not enough.
- $90 should be enough.
- With one more stop.
- Come on.
Let's just get out of here.
- One more stop.
- We have enough.
- Didi, please.
One more stop.
If you don't like it, take a
fucking bus.
- Asshole.
- What?
- Fine.
- Okay.
You check downstairs, I'll check
upstairs and the kitchen, okay?
- I never said that, ruthie.
You said that.
You're the one who wanted that,
not me.
- What are you doing?
Unbelievable.
- I got to go, okay?
- I'll call you.
- I do hope you understand how
lucky you are.
Most of the girls in your
situation find themselves in
county jail.
But since this here is your
first offense and you were
unarmed, the courts have sent
you to us.
It is our duty to determine how
long you will be saying at the
midwest school for girls.
Do you understand?
- Yes.
- Good.
The parole board has looked at
your crime and your history, and
we have decided that your
sentence will be six months to a
year in a specialized counseling
program with girls with
emotional problems like
yourself.
How does that make you feel?
Very good.
I think we made the right
decision here.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
You remember me?
- Yeah.
- Pretty young girls don't just
talk to me.
You got the blues?
That's my wife.
She's dead.
Seven years ago.
Seven years ago, my wife was
killed -- kids, 18, hopped up,
shit in their veins.
They come into my house looking
for money, a fix, I don't even
know what.
She catches them and, bam, right
through the heart.
She dies on the kitchen floor in
my arms, telling me she'll be
right back.
"Don't go anywhere.
I'll be right back.
Don't worry."
I've been waiting seven years --
seven years for my wife to come
home to me.
Instead, you walk through my
door.
You took my wife.
And now you're coming back for
me, but I'm one step ahead of
you.
I'm already dead.
I have no life.
You took it when you killed my
wife, and I hope you fucking rot
in here, kid.
I only wish I'd killed you
myself.
- So, you feeling a little bit
better?
Feel dizzy or nauseous or
anything?
Good.
Well, didi, your test results
have come back, and I've looked
them over.
And it appears that you're
pregnant.
Was this planned?
No?
Do you know the father?
No?
Okay.
Well, we have very good prenatal
counseling here, honey.
They'll take good care of you.
- How you doing?
You look different.
- Fatter?
- But, you know, I mean, I --
I wouldn't say that, no.
Get me out of here, Mike.
Yeah, right.
How the hell am I supposed to do
that?
- I don't know. Just do it.
- You know, I feel real
terrible about all this.
- Then get me out of here.
- Come on.
This is too big-time for me.
I wouldn't even know where to
begin.
- You're a smart guy.
Figure something out.
- Yeah. I don't know.
Don't leave without me.
- I'll wait.
- It's all I think about.
- Me too.
- I miss you.
- You do?
- I think about you.
- I think about you, too.
- What do you think about?
- I don't know. I don't know.
I just -- you know, I just -- I
just think about you.
Tell me.
- You know, just...
Being with you...
And kissing you.
- I think about that, too.
Go on.
- Touching you.
And the smell of your hair.
You know, just you -- you.
I miss you.
- Wish I could touch you right
now.
You have to get me out of here.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You want to see a movie?
- Sure.
Um, let me just go get my coat.
- Okay.
So...
- So...
- What have you been up to?
- Why am I here?
- Huh?
- What do you want?
- See a movie with you.
Can't I do that?
- And?
- And I want to talk to you
about things.
- What things?
- You and me and -- and things.
- You and me?
- Yeah, I -- I think we should
talk, that's all.
- Okay.
- You look good.
Yeah?
Thanks. You too.
- I like the...
- Oh, thing -- the hair.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- What is that?
- It's just a clip.
- Butterfly?
- Butterfly, yeah.
It's a butterfly clip.
Well, that sucked.
- Can't believe what we just
paid for that shit.
- Well, thanks for the movie
anyway.
- Why'd they cast that guy?
- They should have cast you.
- Yeah, well, you know, I know
I could have done a better job
than that guy.
It was like they were holding a
gun to his head offscreen.
- You're better-looking, too.
You remember that scene where
that guy is trying to convince
that chick that he's the best
attorney for her?
- Yeah.
- Okay, you be her.
Oh, god.
Um, okay.
I don't think that you're old
enough to be my lawyer.
Uh, yeah, I am.
Just look at me and tell me i'm
not old enough.
- Remember?
- Yeah.
- Okay, she's testing him.
She saying...
"Show me you're man enough to be
my lawyer."
You know, and this fucking actor
shows her the exact opposite by
whining his next line.
- Right, right.
How would you do it?
- Oh, easy.
You know, I show her that i'm
a man.
Feed me that line again.
- I don't think you're old
enough to be my lawyer.
- Look at me.
Look into my eyes, and you tell
me I'm not old enough.
Totally.
- You see?
- Totally.
I mean, you know what you're
doing.
- Yeah, well...
- No, really, I would pay money
to see you on the big screen.
I would.
- Well...thank you for the
movie.
- Sure.
- Still want to talk?
- Yeah.
- Thanks, bev.
I need your help with something.
- Yeah?
- It's big.
It's kind of illegal, so, uh,
don't, uh, get up and walk out
of here on me, okay?
- Yeah, what?
- Didi's in juvie, you know?
- Yeah, I know.
- And, um...
I want to help her, uh, get out.
Escape, so to speak.
- Break her out
of juvenile hall?
- Yeah.
- Break her out of juvie?
What are you, fucking loopy?
- I can do this, ruthie.
- You're on drugs.
- I have a plan.
- So?
- So...
You want to hear it?
- You're serious?
- Yeah.
- Why do you want to do this?
- I have to.
- You love her?
I don't know.
- Well, I need to know, if you
want my help.
- Maybe.
Okay.
Give me a minute here.
I miss you, Michael.
I mean, I miss having you in my
life.
And if this is what you need to
get your dream, then I'll stick
by it...
'Cause it's important to me.
It's important to me to see you
be somebody, so I know my pain
wasn't for nothing.
- Thanks.
- But let me make one thing
clear right now.
You and me -- we're just
friends.
No sleeping together, no couples
shit.
If you're in love with this
didi, then love her.
Give her everything that you
couldn't give me, but leave me
out of it.
- Fine.
- Shake on it.
- Good. Now, what's the plan?
- You sure?
- What's the plan?
- Yeah, I just don't want you
slamming down milkshakes.
- I'm fine.
Now, just do me the favor and
shut up about it.
You and me are through.
- Ruthie...
- Don't. Don't do that.
- I thought you were going to
Hollywood.
- Thanks, bev.
That'll be all.
Come on, what's the plan?
- Okay. Hear me out.
Visitors' day is every other
weekend, between 10:00 and 2:00.
Security -- pretty thin on the
outside, but the inside is a
completely different story.
Number one, when you walk in
there, the first thing you have
to do is punch in your name and
social security number.
Okay?
Number two, anything metal --
like hairpins or belt buckles,
loose change, whatever -- you
got to give it to security, and
they give it back to you after
you go through two forms of
metal detectors.
Now, once you get inside the
visiting area, you're pretty
much left alone.
You can do whatever you want,
but you can't touch or hug any
of the prisoners.
And you can't wear blue, 'cause
that's the color of the uniform.
And once you leave, you got to
punch out with the exact
information that you punched in
with, and that's it.
It's a pretty simple procedure.
- So?
- "So" what?
- So, what's the friggin' plan?
- Easy.
You dress up as didi.
I don't get it.
- When we visit her, you two
switch clothes, and didi leaves
with me.
- And I stay in jail?
- Yeah.
You're joking.
- Well, you -- I mean, you'll
get out.
I mean, as long as you have a
form of I.D.
- Come on.
- What?
- You're joking, right?
- No.
Okay, okay.
Go through this with me again.
- Okay.
You'll wear a black wig, jeans,
and a jacket over a blue
t-shirt.
Now, when we get in there, all
you have to do is hand didi the
jacket.
And when we leave, you stay at
the table, didi comes with me,
she punches out with your exact
information, and we take off.
- And I stay in jail?
- Yeah, you know, hang out, go
back to the cell.
And in a couple hours, when you
think we hit the border, raise
some hell.
- Raise hell?
- Yeah, show them your I.D.,
"there's been some mistake," you
know, blah, blah, blah.
- And you don't think they'll
know I had anything to do with
this escape?
- Oh, no, they'll know.
But, I mean, what can
they do? Right?
I mean, they -- they have no
proof, and they can't keep you
in jail forever.
- Uh-huh. I see.
- Since when do you smoke?
- I smoke.
- Okay, let me
get this straight.
You want me to break your
girlfriend out of jail and then
take her place in jail so the
two of you can
live happily ever after?
- Yeah.
- You know, I hate you.
I really do.
Oh, god, what are you doing now?
Are you pouting?
- Why'd you hit me?
- You have such balls.
Do you know that?
- You know, you just don't...
Hit somebody across the face.
- Do you have any idea what
you're asking of me?
- Yeah.
- So, if I want to kick you in
the balls, I will.
- You gonna help me?
- Don't do it, ruthie.
- Hey, mind your own business!
- You be nice to her.
Did you ever love me?
- Ruthie...
- Tsk. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
"Ruthie, ruthie, ruthie," right?
Stop, sir.
Can I ask you to raise your
arms?
Got anything in your pocket?
Okay, want to get your stuff?
- Thank you.
- Your keys.
- Hey. Hi.
Hey.
- Hey, you know ruthie, right?
- Sure.
- Hello.
- Like the hair.
It's wild, huh?
It is.
- Okay, listen up.
We got exactly two hours to kill
here.
Sometime within those two hours,
ruthie, you're gonna hand that
jacket off to didi.
Didi, you're gonna take it and
put it on.
- Sure, I know.
- Good.
Good. That's good.
Okay. You're cool, right?
All right, there's no
surveillance cameras.
All right, there's a guard
standing right over there.
- Relax. We have two hours.
- I have to focus.
- He's nervous.
You look different.
- Better?
- Yeah. Pleasant.
- Thank you.
- For what?
- What you're doing for me.
- I don't know you, didi, okay?
So let's not pretend I'm part of
your bigger picture.
And this is my deal as much as
it is yours.
- That's not what I meant.
- Is that guard looking at us?
- You don't have to like me,
ruthie.
- I don't have to do anything.
- But, for what it's worth, I
do like you.
- Well, I don't like you.
- Oh.
That's too bad.
I think we could
have been friends.
- I don't trust you.
- Let's try to focus on the
tasks at hand, here, okay?
- But Michael trusts you, and
he won't listen with his
head-spinning dreams.
I think I
know your dream.
- You don't know shit.
- Ruthie...
Please.
- Look, I'm not like you two,
okay?
I'm no dreamer.
Yes,
you are.
- What the fuck is this, bitch?
- All right, that's enough,
girls.
Okay? Let's just try to focus.
- What?
- There's something different
about you.
- I've put on some weight.
- No, that's not it.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Yeah, now, now, now.
Go, move, move, move, move.
Now, now, now, get the coat, get
the coat.
Get the coat. Put it on.
- No! Let go!
Let go!
- That's it. Yes.
Okay?
Okay, that's it.
- What? Now?
- Yes, now. Yes, yes.
Okay, listen.
Make sure you give us plenty of
time before you raise hell, and
just, like, keep your head down
low, so no one --
- I got it, Mike. Don't worry.
- Okay, all right, you're cool.
Right?
So, I guess this is, uh,
this is it.
- I guess it is.
- I'll call you.
- Yeah, I'll hold my breath.
- So...
Bye.
- Aren't you missing something?
- No. What?
Oh.
Oh.
I'm not even gonna begin to --
- one question.
Are you pregnant?
Ruthie.
Why aren't you responding?
Didi, answer her.
- Yes.
- Yes, what?
Yes, you're pregnant?
- Yes.
I knew it.
Fuck you, Mike.
- Wait. Hold on.
Wait. Hold on, hold on.
- Goddamn you!
- Just hold on a second.
Shh! Just shut up.
- I am leaving right now.
- I don't know what the hell's
going on.
- You don't know, my ass.
- He doesn't know.
- I don't know.
- Who the fuck are you?
- Ruthie, shut up.
- Don't you tell me to shut up.
- You, talk to me.
- I'm pregnant.
- We know.
Is it...
- Is it -- is it what?
Is it yours, you fucking
asshole?
I can't even believe you!
- What are you doing?
You're gonna get us totally
busted.
- Did you sleep with her?
Don't look at her.
Did you sleep with her?
You're not going anywhere until
you answer me.
- Yes.
- You shut up.
Answer me, Mike.
- Yes.
You know, all I asked for was a
little fucking...
- What are you doing?
- Is the kid his?
Is the kid his?
- No.
- No?
- Oh, great. You know what?
You two have a lovely life
together.
- Hold on.
- I'm not holding on for you
anymore.
- You're gonna ruin this.
- You think I'm gonna make your
life easier?
Fuck that.
- All right, man.
- Hey, hey!
- I haven't done enough for
you?
- Look what you've fucking
done.
- Hey! Hey!
- Let go of me!
All right?
- It's a wig.
What is this?
- It's not me, it's her! Okay?
- Okay, all right, all right.
I'm walking.
- I've got it.
- What are you doing?
- I'll be right back.
- Mike! Mike!
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I'm leaving for real this
time.
Looks like it.
How's she doing?
- Oh, good, fine.
Yeah, she's good.
- Good.
- I noticed the wheelbarrow
down there.
- Oh, yeah.
I've been keeping busy.
- There's, like, bushes and...
- Mm-hmm.
Planted new bushes.
- Looks nice.
- Thanks.
- Well, you know, I just wanted
to say "bye."
- Bye.
- You gonna open this door?
- Um, no. I'm fine right here.
- So, that's how it's gonna be.
- I need it to be.
- All right.
- Come here.
- Why?
- Say my name.
What are you
talking about?
- I want to hear it.
- Okay.
Ruthie.
- Come closer so only I can
hear it.
- Ruthie.
- Again.
- Come on.
- Say it.
- Ruthie.
- Once more.
- Why?
- Please.
- Ruthie.
- You okay?
- Yeah. You ready?
- Yeah. Let's go.
I -- you got the map?
- It's right here.
- Where the -- where the hell
are my sunglasses?
- Who cares? Let's go.
- What's wrong, Mike?
I can't.
- You motherfucker!
How much money you got on you?
- $73.
- Give it to me.
Why?
- I don't know.
Is it her?
I don't know.
What am I gonna do now?
- I am so sorry.
- Yeah?
- Well -- well...
You suck!
- Hey.
- Looks like you got company.
- Bastian. How much?
Bastian.
$22.
Leaves tomorrow morning,
9:00 sharp.
- Tomorrow?
- Tomorrow morning.
- I'll take it.
- Okay.
Bus 514,
leaving for turnfield,
five minutes, bus 514,
for turnfield...
- See you tomorrow.
- I'll be here tomorrow.
- If it's true, love makes
you sigh
and it sometimes makes you
cry
then love must have passed me
by
I've been looking for a sign
of love in this heart of
mine
but love must have passed me
by
- They tell me, love is a
wonderful thing
maybe someday it will make my
heart sing
there is no one that I miss
- Sorry.
- no one I long to kiss
yes, love must have passed me
by
yes, love must have passed me
by
oh, love must have passed me
by
- Hi.
You, uh, want something?
- Beer.
- Mm-hmm.
- I was gonna say something to
you...
But I forgot it.
- What are you laughing at?
Weak. You're weak.
Fuck you.
- Charming.
Didi, right?
- You remember my name.
- I always remember the young
ladies I beat the shit out of.
- Emil.
- How'd you know that?
- You told me when I first met
you.
- I guess I did.
Why'd I do that?
- You gonna pay for these,
Emil?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You don't know my name.
- I'm sorry.
- For what?
- Everything.
- So, you're the one to blame?
- I'm serious.
- You're too young to be
serious about anything.
- This is serious.
- Yes, that is serious.
Very serious.
You're
funny.
Hey, she thinks I'm funny.
Ah.
Give me another one of these.
- You've had enough.
- Fuck you.
Give me another one.
- I'm not in the mood, Emil.
- You don't know my name.
- We should go.
- Yeah, you should listen to
the little lady.
- I come in this goddamn
piss-pot every fucking night.
And now I got company, you got
to start swinging your cock
around?
- Get out.
- Fuck you!
- Don't make me call the cops.
- Call them.
- You know, I used to feel
sorry for you.
Hmm? Nobody else gave a flying
fuck about you except me.
And now I see you for what you
really are -- a tired, old
fuckup who wants his mommy.
Hey! Hey!
- Lay off, you fuck!
- Get the fuck off!
- Back off!
Asshole!
- All right, all right,
all right!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Take it easy. Okay?
- Aah! Oh!
- Get over here!
Jesus fucking Christ!
Calm down, okay?!
All right, all right.
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey!
- You're better than this.
Come on.
Come on, you stupid piece of
shit.
Hurry up!
- Emil, can you hear me?
- What you yelling at me for?
- Christ.
Ohh.
- Emil?
- How you doing down there?
- Bad.
- Assholes.
- Weak.
I'm sorry.
You shouldn't have
to babysit me.
- Well, you need babysitting.
- I like hearing you say that.
You're so beautiful.
And I'm not...
I just...
I just can't keep my head up.
I'm so fucking lost.
- Shh.
Shh.
- So, where do I turn?
- Just keep going straight.
- No, thanks.
- Thank you.
- For what?
- You know.
Thanks.
- Sure.
- Where's home?
- Bastian.
- That's not far -- four or
five hours.
Your bus leaves tomorrow?
- Yep.
- Where you staying till then?
- I'll figure something out.
- I'll take you home.
- You will?
- Save you time and money.
- Really?
- Sure. You took care of me,
I'll take care of you.
- Thanks.
Where is your house?
- Right here.
I just need to grab something.
Let's go.
"Mars cheese castle, next
right."
- Dr. Max's house of wax is in
two miles.
"Firenze fireworks -- it'll make
you pop."
- It'll make you pop?
Sold!
"Magic cave -- where all your
dreams come true."
- Oh, yeah, let's go there.
- Next exit.
Want a swig?
- Sure.
- What are we doing?
- Huh?
- I don't want to go home.
Let's go somewhere.
- Like where?
- The magic cave, where all
your dreams come true?
- I'll go there.
- Aw, shit. Missed it.
Okay. Now where?
- Mars cheese castle?
- No, seriously, let's go
somewhere -- Vegas or Chicago,
anywhere but fucking home.
- Can't.
- Why not?
It's something you should do on
your own.
- Can't go alone.
- Why not?
- Come on. Let's just go.
Don't even think about it.
- I don't know.
- Guess I don't get it.
- You're young.
- You should go out and do
things -- meet girls, fall in
love, come with me to
California.
- You're young.
- I'm old enough.
- You're old enough to have a
baby, but you don't get love.
- Yes, I do.
- Okay.
- Why'd you say that?
- Just talking shit.
- You're right.
- Maybe.
- No, you're right.
I don't get it.
You drink too much.
- I know.
- You should stop.
- I know.
- Just talking shit, too.
- No, you're right.
So, you don't like my idea?
- What?
- Taking off with me?
- It's your idea.
Why don't you do it?
- I don't feel too good.
Here, you drive.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Just carsick.
- You want me to go somewhere?
- No, just take me home.
- You really want to leave with
me?
- I like you.
- I like you, too.
- I don't think you should do
that.
- Why not?
- Coz you feel sorry for me?
- You feel sorry for yourself.
Emil?
- No.
- Kiss me.
- It hurts.
- Kiss me.
- It -- it hurts.
- Kiss me, Emil.
- Emil?
- What's the matter?
- Oh, shit.
- Jesus.
- Just please wait here.
Please wait here, sir.
Okay, let's get the I.V. Going.
Let's get her prepped and get
her up in the stirrups.
Now, let's go, everybody.
- It's a girl.
- Want to hold her?
- No.
- Come here.
- You hold her.
It's amazing.
- Yeah, it is.
- What are you gonna name her?
- Haven't thought about it.
- How do you feel?
- Fine.
- You want me to call your
parents?
- No. Not yet.
They're letting me out tomorrow.
- I'll take you home.
- It's a lot to spring on my
parents.
- You think?
- I'm not ready to go home yet.
- Okay.
- Where's the light?
- Ta-da!
You like it?
- You did this for me?
- Yeah.
- Let's put her to bed.
- It'll do for now.
- What's this, a telescope?
- It was in my car.
It's yours.
- Aw, you didn't have
to do all this.
- I know.
I'm so tired.
- Let's get you to bed.
Good night.
- Good night.
- Are you asleep?
Psst! Are you awake?
- Yeah.
- What are you doing?
Thinking.
- Me too.
Can I sleep in your bed?
- Yes.
- My name is Jane.
- What?
- My real name is Jane.
- What are you talking about?
- I don't want to go home.
- I'm confused.
- Don't want to leave you.
- Then stay with me.
- I feel so small.
- I'll take care of you.
- I'm scared.
- Don't be.
I'll start teaching again, stop
drinking altogether.
I'll look after you and the
baby.
- You would do that?
- Yes.
- Keep talking.
We'll decorate the baby's room.
- Make a little playground.
- Think of a motif and...
- Paint the walls with stars
and clouds.
- Anything you want.
- You mean that?
- Stay with me.
- I don't know.
- I'm serious.
Your baby needs a home.
I don't know anything anymore.
- I don't either.
I'm so...
Lost and confused and happy.
I'm willing to do anything,
say anything.
I'll say...
I love you.
- Do you really?
- I give over my life to you
and your baby.
- Don't stop talking.
- I'll be a father...
- Convince me, please.
- ...a husband.
- Come with me.
- Come with you where?
- Hold me.
- What?
- Kiss me.
- You're a beautiful man.
- Please stay with me.
- I will.
- You need me.
- I do. I really do.
- I need you, too.
- I love you.
- I love you.
God, I love you.
Didi?
- Sometimes, I feel lonely
I just want you only
I want to hold you in my
arms
I want to thrill to your
charms
but there you go with someone
new
oh, why can't you be true?
Too many nights, you made me
wait
well, so long, baby, now it's
too late
you're gonna find
false love has made you
blind
I won't call, but you still
wait
I won't call, 'cause it's too
late
I want to find me someone
new
someone that will be true
I'm gonna hold her in my
arms
I want to thrill to her
charms
You're gonna find
false love has made you
blind
I won't call, but you still
wait
I won't call, 'cause it's too
late
sometimes, you
don't want me
you're tellin' me how much you
love me
yes, I think you have met your
fate
sorry, baby, now you're too
late
- What?
- See that?
- What?
- Bad boy.
- Oh, my god.
- There he goes again.
- Yeah.
I'll, uh...Have a pack of reds
and, uh, do you have one of
those, uh -- those, uh, jelly
things with the sprinkles on
them?
- Chuckles?
- Yeah.
- No.
- What?
- Back seat's full of luggage.
- Where do you think he's
going?
- Ask him.
- You ask.
- Hmm. Tartar control.
- Keep it.
- Can I have a cigarette?
- Buy your own.
- Hey, asshole!
- Excuse me?
- I know the owner.
- So?
- Can I have a cigarette?
- No.
- Say you're sorry.
What do you
want?
- Say you're sorry.
- Sorry.
- Not me.
Him, shoplifter.
Fuck you.
- Sunny.
- Yeah?
- Get that cop.
- Cop?
- Hurry up, now.
- Okay.
Okay! Okay.
- Never mind, sunny.
- Can I have my toothpaste
back?
- What's your name?
Lucky.
Lucky?
Really?
- Yeah. Lucky.
- I'm didi. This is sunny.
She's shy.
Where you going?
- To apologize.
- No, the boxes in the car.
- L.A., Hollywood.
- No fucking way.
For real?
- Yeah. I'm an actor.
- I'm an actress.
- No shit.
- You ever been to Hollywood,
sunny?
- Once when I was three.
- I ain't never been anywhere.
Ca-ban ya-bou ba-bela-bieve bis
ga-buy?
- Ha-bes ca-bute.
- I'll-ba ca-ball ya-bou,
o-ba-ka-bay?
- Whatever.
- Tell you what I'm gonna do,
lucky.
I need a ride home.
Take me there and I won't turn
your lucky ass in.
- You got it.
- You can have mine.
- Call me.
- Tonight.
- For real, okay?
Bitch.
- Where do I...?
- Just keep going straight.
- Thanks.
You're not from around here.
That's for sure.
- No.
- Where you from?
- Here and there.
- What's your real name?
- Lucky.
- No, really.
- My name is lucky.
- Come on.
- I'm serious.
- Okay, lucky.
- How old are you?
- 21.
- My ass.
- No, really.
- Bullshit.
- What's your real name?
- Lucky.
- I'm 18.
- That's what I thought.
Where's your house?
- You already passed it.
Turn around.
Just keep going.
He's great in "fingers."
- The fucking best.
You've seen that movie?
- Of course.
Have you?
- Of course.
- How many times?
- Six, seven times, maybe.
- I've seen it 10 times.
- He's better in
"mean streets."
- That's de niro's movie.
- Showier role.
- Maybe.
What's your name again?
- Didi.
- Didi.
Sure.
Where am I?
- Make a right here.
- You ever read that?
- "Tropic of cancer."
Jesus. Yes.
- You have?
- Yeah.
- It's great shit, huh?
- Indulgent shit, sure.
- Fucking kidding me?
- Have you seen the movie?
- "Henry & June?"
- No, the movie they made from
the book.
- They never made a movie out
of "tropic of cancer."
- You've never seen it?
- There's no movie.
- There certainly is, and I
hated it.
- So, you never read the book.
- No.
- Y-You can't judge the book by
the movie.
- Have you seen the movie?
- There's no movie.
- See the movie,
then talk to me.
- Where the hell are we?
- I don't know.
I think the forest preserve.
- Where do you live?
- Not here.
We're lost.
- Well, I mean, don't you live
around here?
- Maybe.
Hi.
- You're...weird.
- You're intense.
- Yeah?
Is that a good thing?
- As good as being weird.
Can I kiss you?
- W-What?
Let me kiss you.
Yeah.
Yeah. Go ahead.
I don't care.
- Never mind.
- No, no, no.
I mean, it's just...
I mean, this is -- this is kind
of strange, don't you think?
I mean -- I mean, I
barely know you.
- You barely know me?
- Right.
- I see.
I thought I knew you.
Turn around.
My house is a few blocks back.
Take me with you.
- What?
- Take me with you.
- Are you serious?
- Uh-huh.
- I'm leaving right now.
- Right now's fine.
- I need money. You got any?
- No.
- Well, I need to pick up some
cash, and then I'm gone.
- I'll see what I can scrounge.
- Yeah, I can't afford any dead
weight.
- I promise you I'm nothing
dead.
- Hey.
I'm serious.
- So am I.
Please.
- Let's go.
- Where are we?
- You'll see.
- How long have we been
driving?
- Only a couple hours.
- Where's the light?
- Can't seem to find it.
Here, let me put you down.
- No, no, no.
Find the light first.
You're getting heavy.
Well, then you
better find the light.
Okay.
Here's the bed.
Off you go.
- No, no, no, no!
No!
- When the stars above...
- It's so beautiful.
- Oh, wow.
- Come here.
Listen to this.
You hear that?
Yeah.
Let me hear.
- I find that I have found
something...
You're worse off than I am.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- I don't know.
You tell me.
- Get up. Get off my legs.
- I have never...
Can you believe this joint?
- Come here.
Check out the bathroom.
Funky toilet.
- Come over here.
- What?
- We are strangely in love
- we are strangely in love
What's your name?
- Let me see your driver's
license.
Come on.
- No, no, no.
- Let me see. Let me see.
Stop!
- Let me see!
- No, no. Wait.
No, no.
- Let's get high.
You got any pot?
- Yeah.
- If you've ever been
lost...
- Where are we?
- Some dinky town.
- This don't feel like some
dinky town.
I feel special here.
- How I'm feeling...
- This -- this is the good
stuff.
- For our special occasion.
For our special in-casion,
a-deed.
- ...blue smoke
that curls 'round
the cold candlelight
if you've ever been chained
to a heartache
- What are you doing?
It burns.
- ...no hope in sight
- Watch me.
- If you've ever been
lost in a blue note
- You don't want to waste any.
- ...how I'm feeling...
- Blow it my way.
- Sax man blows
and a teardrop flows
You see?
It's sacred.
You religious?
- I don't know.
- Fuck god, you know?
This is my religion.
The right here, the right now,
you, me, you get me?
- Yeah.
- I was busted for pot once.
- Oh, my god.
- Yeah.
Yeah, tough shit.
Booked, cuffed, blah, blah,
blah.
You know who's responsible for
outlawing pot?
No.
- William Randolph hearst.
You know who he is?
- No.
- You've seen "citizen Kane,"
right?
- Yeah.
- That's him.
That's him.
Orson welles played him.
Hearst outlawed welles, too, so
I guess if you -- if you get
stoned and you watch
"citizen Kane" at the same time,
you're probably a-a commie.
You talk too
much.
- I'm high.
What do you want from me?
- Come sit by me.
- ...in a blue note
- Let's play a game.
- All right.
- It's an acting game.
Oh, no.
- No, no, really.
It'll be fun.
- Oh, I don't want to play any
games.
- Come on. It'll be fun.
We sit across from each other
and we close our eyes and we
touch each other's faces real
slow, getting to know every
intimate detail.
- That's a game?
- It's supposed to help you get
to know somebody better.
Come on. It'll be fun.
- What's your name?
- Mike.
- Mike.
Your turn.
- You ever been high before?
- No.
Never.
I knew it.
You okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah. I'm fine with you here.
- I like you.
- I like you, too.
I'm scared.
I want a cigarette.
- Yeah. Me, too.
- Laurie, my baby, time...
- So...
- ...Goes so slow
- ...strange.
- You're high.
- No. That's not it.
Yeah, maybe that is it.
How long is it gonna take us to
get to Hollywood?
- I don't know.
- Let's take our time.
Let's stop at whatever looks
cool.
- Okay.
- Let's take forever.
Let's stop everywhere -- every
town -- and sleep in every
motel.
Maybe we'll never get to L.A.
- Someday we will.
- Yeah.
You're right. We will.
I guess I'm just nervous.
- It's just something I've
always wanted.
- Me, too.
- It's like...Everything, you
know?
- I know.
- Of course you're nervous.
- I don't feel nervous when you
talk to me like that.
Kiss me.
Keep talking.
- Laurie, I love you, you
wait and see
- We'll stop in Wyoming.
- I can feel your voice in my
stomach.
- We'll stop in hotels just
like this one.
- Just like this one?
- Better.
- I can taste the smoke.
- Yeah, me, too.
Taste like the outside, like a
campfire.
- You're shaking.
- You taste like leaves.
Keep talking.
- We can stop in Texas.
- Kaiser spring?
- Kaiser spring, too.
- Tighter.
- I got you.
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
- I love you. I love you.
- ...and won't be around
someday, I know, our dreams
will come true
Laurie, my baby, I wait for
you
Laurie, my baby, I love you
I'm hungry.
Let's order breakfast.
Mike, are you hungry?
Psst. Are you naked?
I'm naked, too.
- Mike?
- Check-out time was an hour
ago, dear.
- Oh.
Uh, can we -- can we stay
another night?
- Of course.
That'll be another $25.
- Oh, my husband will be back
soon.
Matches! Matches!
Do you need matches, sir?
- Out of my way!
Oh!
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
Thank you, sir.
- Hi, there.
Are you...All alone?
Is your husband somewhere about?
- If you're planning on staying
another night, you're gonna have
to pay for it like everybody
else.
- Hey.
Do you have the $25, miss?
Okay.
We're gonna have to ask you to
leave the premises.
Okay?
- Yes or no?
Do you understand what we're
saying?
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Don't fucking touch me!
- How much is one-way ticket
back to bastian?
- Well...
Where?
- Bastian.
- Bastian, bastian.
$22. Leaves in an hour.
- How much to California?
Hollywood.
- Hollywood.
- How much?
- That would be $139.
- How about just giving it to
me?
- How much you got?
- I've got thirty-five...
62.
- That's a start.
- I'll be back.
- I'll be here.
- Hi.
I'm underage.
Don't tell anyone, okay?
My name's didi.
I'm new in town.
- Can I get you something?
- A beer would be nice.
Thanks.
Guess how old I am.
- Look, uh...
- Didi.
- Look, didi, you seem like a
nice girl, but if you don't
mind, I'd like to be left alone.
- Got the blues?
I guess you could say that.
- I made you laugh.
- Yes, you did.
But, seriously, I'm an asshole
and I hate little girls, so why
don't you find someone else to
drink with?
- Oh.
Sorry if I made you mad.
- Hold up a second.
Hold on.
Sit down.
You can finish your beer.
I'm just really not good
company.
I don't talk much.
- Oh, we don't have to talk.
I just want someone to sit next
to.
Well, I can see why you got the
blues.
This place is fucking
depressing.
- Weak, weak people.
- Yeah.
- They look at me like I'm a
tomfool, some sick man.
Fuck 'em.
- Fuck 'em.
- They're all scared of me.
- Scared? Why?
- Well, just look at me.
- You seem sweet to me.
- Who are you?
- What?
- Why are you talking to me?
- I just want someone to talk
to.
- Me, too. Sorry.
Why on earth did you ever pick
this town?
- Kind of stumbled into it.
- Heart tripped you up and you
stumbled, right?
- How did you know?
- How old are you?
- Guess.
- 18.
- Good guess.
- I'm Emil.
And I got to use the head.
Watch my stuff.
- Where the fuck did you go?
You know, it's real nice of you
to leave without saying
goodbye.
- You motherfucker!
You're a fucking asshole!
How dare you try to turn things
around!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell are you talking
about?
- You left me!
You left me all alone in the
middle of nowhere!
- I left you?!
You left me!
- What?!
- I-I told you I had to go get
us a little money.
- Oh, no.
Don't even fucking try.
You left me!
- I-I'm here, aren't I?
- You're an asshole.
I trusted you.
- Didi, am I not standing here
right now?
- You left the shower running
to trick me.
- I did?
- You said you loved me.
- Didi, am I not standing here
right now?
- Yeah.
- Listen.
I got us a little money.
Where were you
all day?
I tried to tell
you -- scoring us some dough.
- I don't know.
- You -- you -- you know, you
left, and I, you know -- I
came -- you know, it's gone -- I
don't know.
- Now what?
- I still hate you.
- Fuck it.
- No, you don't get off that
easy.
You're taking me to L.A. like
you promised.
- I thought you hated me.
- I do.
But that doesn't mean we can't
still go together.
Oh, please.
- Do we have a deal or not?
- I'm still taking you to L.A.?
- Yeah.
- Well, do you still think you
can trust me?
- No.
But we'll just be friends from
now on.
I want to do the smart thing.
- Well, you know, I don't know
if I want to go with you
anymore.
So you did leave me!
- Fuck you, didi!
Fine. Get in the car.
- Just friends!
- Fine.
You know, you -- you weren't
really my type anyway.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
- You said you loved me.
- You said it first.
- Oh, really?
Well, now you aren't my type,
either.
- Well, there you have it.
- Good.
- Good.
- So, where's this money?
- Get in the car.
- Where are we going?
- You'll see.
- Who lives here?
- Okay.
You look around here.
I'm gonna go look in the
bedroom.
- Wait a minute.
You're so bad.
- Is anybody home?
- What do you think?
- How do you know?
- I used to live around here.
Hurry up.
Look around, okay?
- Find anything?
- Aah!
- Aah!
- Jesus.
You scared the shit out of me.
You find anything?
- Nothing.
- Look what I found.
90 bucks.
- Too cool!
- Okay. Other rooms.
- Wah-chh!
Oh! Sonic youth!
I love Sonic youth!
- Who's Sonic youth?
- "Who's Sonic youth?"
Are you a fag?
- Look under the bed.
Come on. Let's move.
I can't believe you never heard
of Sonic youth.
Too cool!
- He's the master of
everything
Gives it all
gives it in
gives it all so willingly
he takes it all
takes it in
takes it all so willingly
- hurts we can't breathe
- one happy home
- hurts so we can't breathe
- one happy home
- hurts so we can't breathe
- one happy home
- hurts so we can't breathe
- one happy home
- hurts so we can't breathe
What are you
doing?
- Nothing.
Don't.
- Why not?
- We had an agreement.
- Oh, yeah?
Don't.
- What?
Don't.
- Gives it all
gives it in
gives it all so willingly
takes it all
takes it in
takes it all so willingly
gives it up
gives it in
gives it all so willingly
- Okay.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey.
I mean, we've been here...Too
long.
We, uh -- we better stop.
- That was stupid.
- What do you mean?
- We can't do this.
- What are you doing?
- Trying to use my head.
Please, let's be smart, okay?
California's a long trip.
- Maybe it's not a good idea
that we go together.
- What?
- Yeah.
I don't want -- I mean, you
know.
- No. I don't know.
- Things to be uncomfortable.
I don't want you resenting me.
- Please don't tell me you are
that big of a pussy.
Fuck you.
- No, fuck you.
You said I could go with you.
- You can.
I just thought that you might
not want to anymore.
With me.
- I'm cool. You cool?
- Yeah.
- No, really?
- Yeah.
- Good.
Okay. No more. Let's go.
- Check it out.
- Ooh, where did you find that?
- Top drawer.
What are you doing?
- Let's go.
- How much money you got on
you?
- Nothing.
- Okay.
Well, that gives us 90 bucks.
- Perfect.
- I'm hungry.
You hungry?
- Not really.
- I am.
Let's go to sal's.
- Wait for the road, dude.
- The road does not have sal's.
- Come on.
Let's hit the road.
- Go ahead.
I'm going to sal's.
- They got shakes?
- Banana.
- You're the boss, boss.
- Where's the map?
- Right here.
What was that about?
- Don't look at me.
- What's the plan?
- What?
- The plan -- the route.
- Oh.
- The route.
- Let's see. Look.
- What would you two like?
- I'd like a banana shake,
please.
- Banana shake.
And what would you like, sir?
- Uh, cheeseburger and a coke.
- I'm sorry, but I can't hear
you, sir.
- A cheeseburger and a
Coca-Cola, please.
- Coming right up, sir.
- Why are we here, again?
- I'm hungry.
- Okay.
- Check it out. Look.
All you got to do is take the 10
west until you hit the coast,
and that's it.
- Cool. I'm excited.
Aren't you?
- It's no big deal.
- My name's ruthie.
What's yours?
- Didi.
- Nice to meet you, didi.
I'll be your server tonight.
And what's your name, sir?
- Knock it off.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't catch that, sir.
- Knock it off.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I'll knock it off right now.
- What?
- What's going on?
- You can't smoke in here, sir.
- Excuse me?
- I said, "you can't smoke in
here, sir."
- Ruthie, will you fucking
stop?
You're embarrassing me.
- I'm embarrassing you?
I'm embarrassing you?
How dare you?!
I mean, how fucking dare you?!
- Let's go.
- What are you still doing
here?
I mean -- I mean, if you're
gonna go be some big fucking
Hollywood actor, then go.
Get out of here.
Leave.
But no, no, no, no.
You got to bring some chick with
you now, right?
I mean, what the fuck is that?
You tell me that you're leaving
to follow your dreams, so you
know what?
I do what's right by you.
I listen.
I let you go.
So, why won't you let me forget,
huh?
I mean, I am trying to forget
here.
I've got dreams, too, you know?
Just go.
Get the fuck out of here and
leave.
- I'm trying to.
- Why her?
Why can't I go with you?
- Ruthie, please.
- It hurts.
- I'm sorry.
- Why are you so mean to me?
- Ruthie...
- Don't say my name.
Just don't.
- I'm sorry, but I got to go.
- No. Don't. Just stay with me.
Please.
- Ruthie...
- Don't say my name.
- Bye.
- Fuck you, you know?
Fuck you for making me go
through this again!
- You okay?
- We need more money.
- No, we don't.
- We got enough for gas.
Food and motels?
Not enough.
- $90 should be enough.
- With one more stop.
- Come on.
Let's just get out of here.
- One more stop.
- We have enough.
- Didi, please.
One more stop.
If you don't like it, take a
fucking bus.
- Asshole.
- What?
- Fine.
- Okay.
You check downstairs, I'll check
upstairs and the kitchen, okay?
- I never said that, ruthie.
You said that.
You're the one who wanted that,
not me.
- What are you doing?
Unbelievable.
- I got to go, okay?
- I'll call you.
- I do hope you understand how
lucky you are.
Most of the girls in your
situation find themselves in
county jail.
But since this here is your
first offense and you were
unarmed, the courts have sent
you to us.
It is our duty to determine how
long you will be saying at the
midwest school for girls.
Do you understand?
- Yes.
- Good.
The parole board has looked at
your crime and your history, and
we have decided that your
sentence will be six months to a
year in a specialized counseling
program with girls with
emotional problems like
yourself.
How does that make you feel?
Very good.
I think we made the right
decision here.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
You remember me?
- Yeah.
- Pretty young girls don't just
talk to me.
You got the blues?
That's my wife.
She's dead.
Seven years ago.
Seven years ago, my wife was
killed -- kids, 18, hopped up,
shit in their veins.
They come into my house looking
for money, a fix, I don't even
know what.
She catches them and, bam, right
through the heart.
She dies on the kitchen floor in
my arms, telling me she'll be
right back.
"Don't go anywhere.
I'll be right back.
Don't worry."
I've been waiting seven years --
seven years for my wife to come
home to me.
Instead, you walk through my
door.
You took my wife.
And now you're coming back for
me, but I'm one step ahead of
you.
I'm already dead.
I have no life.
You took it when you killed my
wife, and I hope you fucking rot
in here, kid.
I only wish I'd killed you
myself.
- So, you feeling a little bit
better?
Feel dizzy or nauseous or
anything?
Good.
Well, didi, your test results
have come back, and I've looked
them over.
And it appears that you're
pregnant.
Was this planned?
No?
Do you know the father?
No?
Okay.
Well, we have very good prenatal
counseling here, honey.
They'll take good care of you.
- How you doing?
You look different.
- Fatter?
- But, you know, I mean, I --
I wouldn't say that, no.
Get me out of here, Mike.
Yeah, right.
How the hell am I supposed to do
that?
- I don't know. Just do it.
- You know, I feel real
terrible about all this.
- Then get me out of here.
- Come on.
This is too big-time for me.
I wouldn't even know where to
begin.
- You're a smart guy.
Figure something out.
- Yeah. I don't know.
Don't leave without me.
- I'll wait.
- It's all I think about.
- Me too.
- I miss you.
- You do?
- I think about you.
- I think about you, too.
- What do you think about?
- I don't know. I don't know.
I just -- you know, I just -- I
just think about you.
Tell me.
- You know, just...
Being with you...
And kissing you.
- I think about that, too.
Go on.
- Touching you.
And the smell of your hair.
You know, just you -- you.
I miss you.
- Wish I could touch you right
now.
You have to get me out of here.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You want to see a movie?
- Sure.
Um, let me just go get my coat.
- Okay.
So...
- So...
- What have you been up to?
- Why am I here?
- Huh?
- What do you want?
- See a movie with you.
Can't I do that?
- And?
- And I want to talk to you
about things.
- What things?
- You and me and -- and things.
- You and me?
- Yeah, I -- I think we should
talk, that's all.
- Okay.
- You look good.
Yeah?
Thanks. You too.
- I like the...
- Oh, thing -- the hair.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- What is that?
- It's just a clip.
- Butterfly?
- Butterfly, yeah.
It's a butterfly clip.
Well, that sucked.
- Can't believe what we just
paid for that shit.
- Well, thanks for the movie
anyway.
- Why'd they cast that guy?
- They should have cast you.
- Yeah, well, you know, I know
I could have done a better job
than that guy.
It was like they were holding a
gun to his head offscreen.
- You're better-looking, too.
You remember that scene where
that guy is trying to convince
that chick that he's the best
attorney for her?
- Yeah.
- Okay, you be her.
Oh, god.
Um, okay.
I don't think that you're old
enough to be my lawyer.
Uh, yeah, I am.
Just look at me and tell me i'm
not old enough.
- Remember?
- Yeah.
- Okay, she's testing him.
She saying...
"Show me you're man enough to be
my lawyer."
You know, and this fucking actor
shows her the exact opposite by
whining his next line.
- Right, right.
How would you do it?
- Oh, easy.
You know, I show her that i'm
a man.
Feed me that line again.
- I don't think you're old
enough to be my lawyer.
- Look at me.
Look into my eyes, and you tell
me I'm not old enough.
Totally.
- You see?
- Totally.
I mean, you know what you're
doing.
- Yeah, well...
- No, really, I would pay money
to see you on the big screen.
I would.
- Well...thank you for the
movie.
- Sure.
- Still want to talk?
- Yeah.
- Thanks, bev.
I need your help with something.
- Yeah?
- It's big.
It's kind of illegal, so, uh,
don't, uh, get up and walk out
of here on me, okay?
- Yeah, what?
- Didi's in juvie, you know?
- Yeah, I know.
- And, um...
I want to help her, uh, get out.
Escape, so to speak.
- Break her out
of juvenile hall?
- Yeah.
- Break her out of juvie?
What are you, fucking loopy?
- I can do this, ruthie.
- You're on drugs.
- I have a plan.
- So?
- So...
You want to hear it?
- You're serious?
- Yeah.
- Why do you want to do this?
- I have to.
- You love her?
I don't know.
- Well, I need to know, if you
want my help.
- Maybe.
Okay.
Give me a minute here.
I miss you, Michael.
I mean, I miss having you in my
life.
And if this is what you need to
get your dream, then I'll stick
by it...
'Cause it's important to me.
It's important to me to see you
be somebody, so I know my pain
wasn't for nothing.
- Thanks.
- But let me make one thing
clear right now.
You and me -- we're just
friends.
No sleeping together, no couples
shit.
If you're in love with this
didi, then love her.
Give her everything that you
couldn't give me, but leave me
out of it.
- Fine.
- Shake on it.
- Good. Now, what's the plan?
- You sure?
- What's the plan?
- Yeah, I just don't want you
slamming down milkshakes.
- I'm fine.
Now, just do me the favor and
shut up about it.
You and me are through.
- Ruthie...
- Don't. Don't do that.
- I thought you were going to
Hollywood.
- Thanks, bev.
That'll be all.
Come on, what's the plan?
- Okay. Hear me out.
Visitors' day is every other
weekend, between 10:00 and 2:00.
Security -- pretty thin on the
outside, but the inside is a
completely different story.
Number one, when you walk in
there, the first thing you have
to do is punch in your name and
social security number.
Okay?
Number two, anything metal --
like hairpins or belt buckles,
loose change, whatever -- you
got to give it to security, and
they give it back to you after
you go through two forms of
metal detectors.
Now, once you get inside the
visiting area, you're pretty
much left alone.
You can do whatever you want,
but you can't touch or hug any
of the prisoners.
And you can't wear blue, 'cause
that's the color of the uniform.
And once you leave, you got to
punch out with the exact
information that you punched in
with, and that's it.
It's a pretty simple procedure.
- So?
- "So" what?
- So, what's the friggin' plan?
- Easy.
You dress up as didi.
I don't get it.
- When we visit her, you two
switch clothes, and didi leaves
with me.
- And I stay in jail?
- Yeah.
You're joking.
- Well, you -- I mean, you'll
get out.
I mean, as long as you have a
form of I.D.
- Come on.
- What?
- You're joking, right?
- No.
Okay, okay.
Go through this with me again.
- Okay.
You'll wear a black wig, jeans,
and a jacket over a blue
t-shirt.
Now, when we get in there, all
you have to do is hand didi the
jacket.
And when we leave, you stay at
the table, didi comes with me,
she punches out with your exact
information, and we take off.
- And I stay in jail?
- Yeah, you know, hang out, go
back to the cell.
And in a couple hours, when you
think we hit the border, raise
some hell.
- Raise hell?
- Yeah, show them your I.D.,
"there's been some mistake," you
know, blah, blah, blah.
- And you don't think they'll
know I had anything to do with
this escape?
- Oh, no, they'll know.
But, I mean, what can
they do? Right?
I mean, they -- they have no
proof, and they can't keep you
in jail forever.
- Uh-huh. I see.
- Since when do you smoke?
- I smoke.
- Okay, let me
get this straight.
You want me to break your
girlfriend out of jail and then
take her place in jail so the
two of you can
live happily ever after?
- Yeah.
- You know, I hate you.
I really do.
Oh, god, what are you doing now?
Are you pouting?
- Why'd you hit me?
- You have such balls.
Do you know that?
- You know, you just don't...
Hit somebody across the face.
- Do you have any idea what
you're asking of me?
- Yeah.
- So, if I want to kick you in
the balls, I will.
- You gonna help me?
- Don't do it, ruthie.
- Hey, mind your own business!
- You be nice to her.
Did you ever love me?
- Ruthie...
- Tsk. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
"Ruthie, ruthie, ruthie," right?
Stop, sir.
Can I ask you to raise your
arms?
Got anything in your pocket?
Okay, want to get your stuff?
- Thank you.
- Your keys.
- Hey. Hi.
Hey.
- Hey, you know ruthie, right?
- Sure.
- Hello.
- Like the hair.
It's wild, huh?
It is.
- Okay, listen up.
We got exactly two hours to kill
here.
Sometime within those two hours,
ruthie, you're gonna hand that
jacket off to didi.
Didi, you're gonna take it and
put it on.
- Sure, I know.
- Good.
Good. That's good.
Okay. You're cool, right?
All right, there's no
surveillance cameras.
All right, there's a guard
standing right over there.
- Relax. We have two hours.
- I have to focus.
- He's nervous.
You look different.
- Better?
- Yeah. Pleasant.
- Thank you.
- For what?
- What you're doing for me.
- I don't know you, didi, okay?
So let's not pretend I'm part of
your bigger picture.
And this is my deal as much as
it is yours.
- That's not what I meant.
- Is that guard looking at us?
- You don't have to like me,
ruthie.
- I don't have to do anything.
- But, for what it's worth, I
do like you.
- Well, I don't like you.
- Oh.
That's too bad.
I think we could
have been friends.
- I don't trust you.
- Let's try to focus on the
tasks at hand, here, okay?
- But Michael trusts you, and
he won't listen with his
head-spinning dreams.
I think I
know your dream.
- You don't know shit.
- Ruthie...
Please.
- Look, I'm not like you two,
okay?
I'm no dreamer.
Yes,
you are.
- What the fuck is this, bitch?
- All right, that's enough,
girls.
Okay? Let's just try to focus.
- What?
- There's something different
about you.
- I've put on some weight.
- No, that's not it.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Yeah, now, now, now.
Go, move, move, move, move.
Now, now, now, get the coat, get
the coat.
Get the coat. Put it on.
- No! Let go!
Let go!
- That's it. Yes.
Okay?
Okay, that's it.
- What? Now?
- Yes, now. Yes, yes.
Okay, listen.
Make sure you give us plenty of
time before you raise hell, and
just, like, keep your head down
low, so no one --
- I got it, Mike. Don't worry.
- Okay, all right, you're cool.
Right?
So, I guess this is, uh,
this is it.
- I guess it is.
- I'll call you.
- Yeah, I'll hold my breath.
- So...
Bye.
- Aren't you missing something?
- No. What?
Oh.
Oh.
I'm not even gonna begin to --
- one question.
Are you pregnant?
Ruthie.
Why aren't you responding?
Didi, answer her.
- Yes.
- Yes, what?
Yes, you're pregnant?
- Yes.
I knew it.
Fuck you, Mike.
- Wait. Hold on.
Wait. Hold on, hold on.
- Goddamn you!
- Just hold on a second.
Shh! Just shut up.
- I am leaving right now.
- I don't know what the hell's
going on.
- You don't know, my ass.
- He doesn't know.
- I don't know.
- Who the fuck are you?
- Ruthie, shut up.
- Don't you tell me to shut up.
- You, talk to me.
- I'm pregnant.
- We know.
Is it...
- Is it -- is it what?
Is it yours, you fucking
asshole?
I can't even believe you!
- What are you doing?
You're gonna get us totally
busted.
- Did you sleep with her?
Don't look at her.
Did you sleep with her?
You're not going anywhere until
you answer me.
- Yes.
- You shut up.
Answer me, Mike.
- Yes.
You know, all I asked for was a
little fucking...
- What are you doing?
- Is the kid his?
Is the kid his?
- No.
- No?
- Oh, great. You know what?
You two have a lovely life
together.
- Hold on.
- I'm not holding on for you
anymore.
- You're gonna ruin this.
- You think I'm gonna make your
life easier?
Fuck that.
- All right, man.
- Hey, hey!
- I haven't done enough for
you?
- Look what you've fucking
done.
- Hey! Hey!
- Let go of me!
All right?
- It's a wig.
What is this?
- It's not me, it's her! Okay?
- Okay, all right, all right.
I'm walking.
- I've got it.
- What are you doing?
- I'll be right back.
- Mike! Mike!
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I'm leaving for real this
time.
Looks like it.
How's she doing?
- Oh, good, fine.
Yeah, she's good.
- Good.
- I noticed the wheelbarrow
down there.
- Oh, yeah.
I've been keeping busy.
- There's, like, bushes and...
- Mm-hmm.
Planted new bushes.
- Looks nice.
- Thanks.
- Well, you know, I just wanted
to say "bye."
- Bye.
- You gonna open this door?
- Um, no. I'm fine right here.
- So, that's how it's gonna be.
- I need it to be.
- All right.
- Come here.
- Why?
- Say my name.
What are you
talking about?
- I want to hear it.
- Okay.
Ruthie.
- Come closer so only I can
hear it.
- Ruthie.
- Again.
- Come on.
- Say it.
- Ruthie.
- Once more.
- Why?
- Please.
- Ruthie.
- You okay?
- Yeah. You ready?
- Yeah. Let's go.
I -- you got the map?
- It's right here.
- Where the -- where the hell
are my sunglasses?
- Who cares? Let's go.
- What's wrong, Mike?
I can't.
- You motherfucker!
How much money you got on you?
- $73.
- Give it to me.
Why?
- I don't know.
Is it her?
I don't know.
What am I gonna do now?
- I am so sorry.
- Yeah?
- Well -- well...
You suck!
- Hey.
- Looks like you got company.
- Bastian. How much?
Bastian.
$22.
Leaves tomorrow morning,
9:00 sharp.
- Tomorrow?
- Tomorrow morning.
- I'll take it.
- Okay.
Bus 514,
leaving for turnfield,
five minutes, bus 514,
for turnfield...
- See you tomorrow.
- I'll be here tomorrow.
- If it's true, love makes
you sigh
and it sometimes makes you
cry
then love must have passed me
by
I've been looking for a sign
of love in this heart of
mine
but love must have passed me
by
- They tell me, love is a
wonderful thing
maybe someday it will make my
heart sing
there is no one that I miss
- Sorry.
- no one I long to kiss
yes, love must have passed me
by
yes, love must have passed me
by
oh, love must have passed me
by
- Hi.
You, uh, want something?
- Beer.
- Mm-hmm.
- I was gonna say something to
you...
But I forgot it.
- What are you laughing at?
Weak. You're weak.
Fuck you.
- Charming.
Didi, right?
- You remember my name.
- I always remember the young
ladies I beat the shit out of.
- Emil.
- How'd you know that?
- You told me when I first met
you.
- I guess I did.
Why'd I do that?
- You gonna pay for these,
Emil?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You don't know my name.
- I'm sorry.
- For what?
- Everything.
- So, you're the one to blame?
- I'm serious.
- You're too young to be
serious about anything.
- This is serious.
- Yes, that is serious.
Very serious.
You're
funny.
Hey, she thinks I'm funny.
Ah.
Give me another one of these.
- You've had enough.
- Fuck you.
Give me another one.
- I'm not in the mood, Emil.
- You don't know my name.
- We should go.
- Yeah, you should listen to
the little lady.
- I come in this goddamn
piss-pot every fucking night.
And now I got company, you got
to start swinging your cock
around?
- Get out.
- Fuck you!
- Don't make me call the cops.
- Call them.
- You know, I used to feel
sorry for you.
Hmm? Nobody else gave a flying
fuck about you except me.
And now I see you for what you
really are -- a tired, old
fuckup who wants his mommy.
Hey! Hey!
- Lay off, you fuck!
- Get the fuck off!
- Back off!
Asshole!
- All right, all right,
all right!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Take it easy. Okay?
- Aah! Oh!
- Get over here!
Jesus fucking Christ!
Calm down, okay?!
All right, all right.
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey!
- You're better than this.
Come on.
Come on, you stupid piece of
shit.
Hurry up!
- Emil, can you hear me?
- What you yelling at me for?
- Christ.
Ohh.
- Emil?
- How you doing down there?
- Bad.
- Assholes.
- Weak.
I'm sorry.
You shouldn't have
to babysit me.
- Well, you need babysitting.
- I like hearing you say that.
You're so beautiful.
And I'm not...
I just...
I just can't keep my head up.
I'm so fucking lost.
- Shh.
Shh.
- So, where do I turn?
- Just keep going straight.
- No, thanks.
- Thank you.
- For what?
- You know.
Thanks.
- Sure.
- Where's home?
- Bastian.
- That's not far -- four or
five hours.
Your bus leaves tomorrow?
- Yep.
- Where you staying till then?
- I'll figure something out.
- I'll take you home.
- You will?
- Save you time and money.
- Really?
- Sure. You took care of me,
I'll take care of you.
- Thanks.
Where is your house?
- Right here.
I just need to grab something.
Let's go.
"Mars cheese castle, next
right."
- Dr. Max's house of wax is in
two miles.
"Firenze fireworks -- it'll make
you pop."
- It'll make you pop?
Sold!
"Magic cave -- where all your
dreams come true."
- Oh, yeah, let's go there.
- Next exit.
Want a swig?
- Sure.
- What are we doing?
- Huh?
- I don't want to go home.
Let's go somewhere.
- Like where?
- The magic cave, where all
your dreams come true?
- I'll go there.
- Aw, shit. Missed it.
Okay. Now where?
- Mars cheese castle?
- No, seriously, let's go
somewhere -- Vegas or Chicago,
anywhere but fucking home.
- Can't.
- Why not?
It's something you should do on
your own.
- Can't go alone.
- Why not?
- Come on. Let's just go.
Don't even think about it.
- I don't know.
- Guess I don't get it.
- You're young.
- You should go out and do
things -- meet girls, fall in
love, come with me to
California.
- You're young.
- I'm old enough.
- You're old enough to have a
baby, but you don't get love.
- Yes, I do.
- Okay.
- Why'd you say that?
- Just talking shit.
- You're right.
- Maybe.
- No, you're right.
I don't get it.
You drink too much.
- I know.
- You should stop.
- I know.
- Just talking shit, too.
- No, you're right.
So, you don't like my idea?
- What?
- Taking off with me?
- It's your idea.
Why don't you do it?
- I don't feel too good.
Here, you drive.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Just carsick.
- You want me to go somewhere?
- No, just take me home.
- You really want to leave with
me?
- I like you.
- I like you, too.
- I don't think you should do
that.
- Why not?
- Coz you feel sorry for me?
- You feel sorry for yourself.
Emil?
- No.
- Kiss me.
- It hurts.
- Kiss me.
- It -- it hurts.
- Kiss me, Emil.
- Emil?
- What's the matter?
- Oh, shit.
- Jesus.
- Just please wait here.
Please wait here, sir.
Okay, let's get the I.V. Going.
Let's get her prepped and get
her up in the stirrups.
Now, let's go, everybody.
- It's a girl.
- Want to hold her?
- No.
- Come here.
- You hold her.
It's amazing.
- Yeah, it is.
- What are you gonna name her?
- Haven't thought about it.
- How do you feel?
- Fine.
- You want me to call your
parents?
- No. Not yet.
They're letting me out tomorrow.
- I'll take you home.
- It's a lot to spring on my
parents.
- You think?
- I'm not ready to go home yet.
- Okay.
- Where's the light?
- Ta-da!
You like it?
- You did this for me?
- Yeah.
- Let's put her to bed.
- It'll do for now.
- What's this, a telescope?
- It was in my car.
It's yours.
- Aw, you didn't have
to do all this.
- I know.
I'm so tired.
- Let's get you to bed.
Good night.
- Good night.
- Are you asleep?
Psst! Are you awake?
- Yeah.
- What are you doing?
Thinking.
- Me too.
Can I sleep in your bed?
- Yes.
- My name is Jane.
- What?
- My real name is Jane.
- What are you talking about?
- I don't want to go home.
- I'm confused.
- Don't want to leave you.
- Then stay with me.
- I feel so small.
- I'll take care of you.
- I'm scared.
- Don't be.
I'll start teaching again, stop
drinking altogether.
I'll look after you and the
baby.
- You would do that?
- Yes.
- Keep talking.
We'll decorate the baby's room.
- Make a little playground.
- Think of a motif and...
- Paint the walls with stars
and clouds.
- Anything you want.
- You mean that?
- Stay with me.
- I don't know.
- I'm serious.
Your baby needs a home.
I don't know anything anymore.
- I don't either.
I'm so...
Lost and confused and happy.
I'm willing to do anything,
say anything.
I'll say...
I love you.
- Do you really?
- I give over my life to you
and your baby.
- Don't stop talking.
- I'll be a father...
- Convince me, please.
- ...a husband.
- Come with me.
- Come with you where?
- Hold me.
- What?
- Kiss me.
- You're a beautiful man.
- Please stay with me.
- I will.
- You need me.
- I do. I really do.
- I need you, too.
- I love you.
- I love you.
God, I love you.
Didi?
- Sometimes, I feel lonely
I just want you only
I want to hold you in my
arms
I want to thrill to your
charms
but there you go with someone
new
oh, why can't you be true?
Too many nights, you made me
wait
well, so long, baby, now it's
too late
you're gonna find
false love has made you
blind
I won't call, but you still
wait
I won't call, 'cause it's too
late
I want to find me someone
new
someone that will be true
I'm gonna hold her in my
arms
I want to thrill to her
charms
You're gonna find
false love has made you
blind
I won't call, but you still
wait
I won't call, 'cause it's too
late
sometimes, you
don't want me
you're tellin' me how much you
love me
yes, I think you have met your
fate
sorry, baby, now you're too
late