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( wind howling )

Get up.

What?

Fell asleep again.

Okay, just five more minutes, please.

No.

Get out.

( strikes lighter)

( sighs)

- Come on. - ( train passing)

( keys rattle)

( door opens, closes )

Hey.

Late night?

I guess.

; Again? ep, again.

Mmm. Same guy?

Mmm.

- Do I know him? - Maybe.

Do you know him?

- Good morning, everyone. - Man: 'Morning.

Talk to me, Lawrence. What do we have for specials?

Lobster in a white wine sauce.

- Mm-hmm. What else? - Halibut with spinach and almonds.

- Mmm. - Seafood linguini in a tomato sauce.

That looks good.

What was it, 25 no-shows from last night's wedding?

( soft music playing )

Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Evans.

So nice to see you again. You remember Sophie.

She'll escort you to your usual table.

- Have a lovely meal. - Thank you.

Follow me.

Sylvia, table 6 needs help with wine.

Okay, thank you.

- Good afternoon. - Hi.

Vivi just told me you need a wine recommendation.

Yeah, we're having the petite filet.

Um, I would highly recommend

the '87 Chateau Castés. It's a beautiful Bordeaux.

Mmm. I haven't heard of it.

Well, it's not on our list.

We have it on special reserve down in the cellar.

But I think you'll really enjoy it.

Thank you. That would be fantastic.

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

- ...just ordered the check. - Okay.

All right. I'll just have Vivi give you a tour before she closes out.

I'm running out for a quick cigarette, all right?

All right.

That was a great suggestion, that Chateau Castés.

It's one of my favorites.

Yeah? Which white would you recommend?

That would depend on the meal.

It's okay. You can figure that out when I buy you dinner.

Look, I don't date customers.

( grunting)

This is where my dad and that fucking slut burned.

How did the fire start?

The cops said they left the gas on and it exploded.

- So it was an accident? - Yeah.

That's what the sheriff said.

They were fucking when they died.

Their bodies got stuck together 'cause of the fire.

They had to use a knife to cut them apart.

And who was the bitch?

Some married woman from Maroma.

This is where they met--

halfway between both towns.

What the hell are you doing?

What do you guess was going on through Dad's head when he was burning?

Why'd you bring Xavier?

'Cause he's my friend.

We bury Dad tomorrow and you're running a circus.

I ain't running no circus, bitch.

Fuck you.

( bird hooting )

( women chattering )

Hey, Mom, Aunt Paula, Rebecca.

( laughing)

Mother: Did you fight with Cristobal?

No.

I don't want any more fighting.

Now more than ever.

Okay.

Hey, that's my dad's whiskey.

Is it?

When the hell is he gonna drink it?

( laughs)

Mother: All I did was take care of him

and take care of his boys!

And this is what I get!

If that's what he did to me, then you have to live with it

like I have to live with it!

He ruined my life! Everywhere I go,

I have to look at that thing!

I hate him!

I'm a good person! I was a good wife!

( chattering )

Santiago?

- Con permiso. - Cristobal?

Your mom ain't going to the funeral.

Me and Rebecca, we ain't going either.

Son of a bitch doesn't deserve it.

He never did anything to you.

Take care of everything, both of you.

Priest: "...but deliver us from evil,

for Thine is the kingdom in heaven,

forever and ever, amen."

- Amen. - Name of the Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Spirit, amen.

All: Amen.

Who are they?

Don't know.

And now we bid farewell

to our brother Nick Martinez.

I hope your father's rotting in hell.

That wetback piece of shit took away the best thing I ever had.

Hey, leave the boys alone.

Alone? It's their father's fault that my kids lost their mom!

I hope you rot too.

( engine starts )

( speaking Spanish )

Girls: Uno, dos, tres, cuatro,

cinco, seis...

Hey, Daddy, what's up?

( sighs) Hey, honey.

We got a job.

Can I stay with my friends?

Sorry, sweetie, we gotta go.

- Please? - No, mi'ja.

( engine starts )

- You have the coordinates? - Yeah.

I just put them into the GPS.

- Bueno. - Bueno.

- ( kisses) - Be back in a minute.

Ahh! ( laughs)

( man chattering in Spanish)

( birds squawking )

( slow music playing )

I'm sorry I'm late. I couldn't get away.

Don't worry.

Can l getin?

S-sure.

Hi.

Hi.

Not there.

Please.

Do you want us to leave it for some other day?

No.

No, that's okay.

Listen,

my cousin lent me this place. I've never been there.

But he tells me it's far away from everything.

Do you want to go?

( steps squeaking )

( fly buzzing)

( both laughing)

It ain't no Hilton.

(frying)

Boy: I want cereal, Mariana.

I wanted them over easy!

Well, that's too bad for you 'cause you got 'em well done.

Mariana, what's for dinner?

I can fix you and your friends some cereal.

- ( door slams) - Woman: Hi, guys.

The supermarket was packed.

Lines wrapped around the aisles.

Did your daddy call?

Yeah. He's gonna come in the day after tomorrow.

He's making a delivery to Abilene.

That's okay. I'll-- I'll do it.

- Hey. - Hey. Guess what?

Senator Parkes's office just called.

He's coming in today for lunch with a party of eight.

Shit. They can't call a day ahead?

Lawrence?

We have the senator coming in in two hours.

- He'll want the usual. - Two hours?

Where does he expect me to get everything?

Let me call Forrester at the fish market, see what he can do.

Where were you last night?

What?

Where were you last night?

Home.

Who with?

You promised to never ask any questions.

Who the fuck with?

We have work to do.

I'll be right back with another bottle. Enjoy your meal.

Why is the senator's wine glass empty?

Sorry, Sylvia.

The senator seemed pleased.

I'll say. He left a $500 tip.

I think he wants us to vote for him in his next election.

- You're unbelievable. - No, I'm not.

That's what I want for Christmas next year.

Remember that.

Have fun!

Sylvia, who the hell is this guy?

Jesus Christ, John, don't do this right now.

- He's just a friend, okay? - He's a customer.

I saw him having lunch here yesterday.

Yeah, yesterday.

Hey, what, do you just fuck whoever you want to fuck,

and that's it?

When you leave your wife, then you can talk.

Let's go.

- Jesus. - I want to talk to you.

- Unlock the door. - Hey.

- Come out and talk to me. - Come on, leave her alone.

Fuck off. Sylvia.

- Man: What is your problem? - I want to talk to you.

- My friend, leave her alone. - I told you to fuck off.

- Didn't I? - John!

Jesus Christ. What are you, seven?

- What are you doing? - I want to talk to you.

Oh, this is bullshit. I'll leave you

to figure your shit out with your boyfriend.

- He's not my boyfriend. - What's wrong with you?

- What are you doing this for? - Don't fucking touch me.

- Give me five minutes. - What do you think,

- you can just fucking follow me? - Hey, Sylvia.

You don't own me, John. Do me a favor and fuck off.

I'll-- let me take you home.

What do you want?

I don't understand you!

Hey hey.

What?

What's your name?

Sylvia.

Sylvia?

Yeah, Sylvia.

Hi.

You know who I am?

I'm not here to fight.

Then what do you want?

I just want to know more, that's all.

Who your mom was,

what she did with my dad.

We already know what she did.

No, we don't.

Can I talk to you someday?

Okay. I'll come look for you then.

( door chimes rattle )

( engine sputters )

( engine stops)

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

- Hey. - Hey, darlin'.

I thought you didn't get back until tomorrow.

Yeah, but I wrapped up early.

Mmm.

Mmm.

- So where are the kids? - They went to a baseball game.

You want to wait and have lunch with them?

Yes.

I'll get cleaned up.

- Here, hon. - Thanks, baby.

I'll have this working in no time.

I have to go out this evening.

Where?

To the Kmart in Santa Elena.

I'll come with you.

Well, I have to pick up fabric and go to the butcher's.

That's all right. I'll ride along.

I need to buy me a radio.

- Whoa. - Hey.

Hey. Hi, guys.

- Working now. - Daddy, Daddy!

I'm so happy you're here!

- Yes! - Ooh!

- ( both laughing) - Hey, Dad.

Hey, little girl.

Come on, sweetheart, hop in.

There you go.

Oh, I forgot my wallet.

Boy: I want the window!

Bobby, Monnie-- Bobby!

Bobby, she was there first. Either sit down or get in the back.

- Put your seat belt on. - It's not fair.

- Put your seat belt on. - Kids, listen to your sister.

- I'm gonna go pee. - This isn't even my seat belt.

I-l miss you too.

I'll try. I'll try to get loose.

- Love you. - Who're you talkin' to?

Your Aunt Leticia. Come on, they're waiting for us.

- Where are you going? - Bathroom.

Daddy, I want that one.

No, we're trying to save up now, remember?

I need you to find these things on the list.

And please help Monnie find a blouse.

Could I have the keys? I want to go pick up that fabric I ordered.

I want to come with you.

You go with your sister and find a blouse. I won't be long.

- Come on, baby. - Dad, I'm gonna go over here.

( car starts)

Hi.

Hi.

There she is.

I'm sorry, guys.

The order wasn't ready and they made me wait.

I gotta go back and pick it up.

I've got to be able to make Monnie's dress for the school presentation.

Did you get everything on the list?

- Mariana? - Could you open the back, honey?

Oh, sure.

- Give me the keys. - Okay, guys.

You okay?

You want to come in?

Come in?

Yes, come in.

Um...

okay.

Do you want something to drink?

Drink? No.

No drink.

I'm gonna change. I'm freezing.

Sure you don't want some?

No.

Why?

You don't like me?

( door opens, closes )

( rapping )

What are you doing?

If my dad finds out you're here, he's gonna kill you.

I told you I'd come look for you.

Yeah, but not here.

Wait for me at the windmill on the way to Guadalupe.

Okay.

( bird chattering )

Why do you want to see me?

I don't know.

I don't think it's okay for you to talk to me.

Why?

( birds scatter)

Do you look like your mom?

No. Do you look like your dad?

A little.

Do you know how your mom and my dad met?

No, I have no idea.

Hand it over.

( wings flip)

I got it.

You like hunting?

A lot. A boyfriend used to take me,

but I haven't gone back since we broke up.

My dad taught me how to hunt.

Did you love you dad?

Yeah.

I loved my mom too, but I didn't like her.

Do you have any pictures?

You don't look like him at all.

It's done. Take it off.

Ow.

I can't. It's too hot.

Doesn't that burn?

No!

Huh-uh.

( shuts off water)

( rustling)

Hi.

Wow. Look at this place.

Ha!

You make me so happy.

And I'd be even happier if we could have some hot water

so I could take a shower.

( kissing ) You taste better this way.

( both laughing)

- ( moans) - No no.

Please not-- not there.

Why?

Because I don't like that part of my body.

And how do you know I'm not gonna like it?

( shivering)

I had cancer two years ago.

Hey.

Where were you?

I was at Libby's.

Bobby cut his arm with a piece of glass.

Dr. Page had to sew him up.

- Is he okay? - He's fine.

He wouldn't stop crying and asking for you.

- Y'all be good now. - All: Bye!

I forgot my homework. Keep going.

- I'll catch up with you later. - We'll wait for you.

No, go on.

- Hi. - Hi.

Now we are finally getting some hot water.

- Can I help you? - That's okay.

Almost there.

- Is it working? - That's it.

What are you doing?

What do you want?

You have the wrong girl. My name is Sylvia. Okay?

What did you just say?

Stay away from me.

( rain pattering )

( train passes)

This is my mom and dad with us when we were little.

You look like Betty from "Archie."

( laughs)

This is my mother's last picture.

It was her birthday.

And this is me.

Can I have this one?

Only if you give me a scar.

What?

I want to remember this day.

Will you give me one?

Come get me tonight.

My dad's away on business.

We can go to the desert and burn chollas.

My grandfather told me that the smoke

of a burnt cholla is purifying.

They burn like fireworks.

Yeah. I love it.

Roll up your sleeves.

What for?

So you can give me your scar.

Shit.

It burns.

Stop it. You're gonna hurt yourself.

This is for you.

( shudders)

Good night.

Let me sleep with you.

Are you crazy?

I swear, I won't lay a finger on you.

You're gonna wake up my sister Monnie.

You said your dad's not home.

We could sleep in his room.

What did your mom wear to bed?

A slip.

Can you put it on?

I'm wearing my father's shirt.

You promise not to touch me?

I promise.

( door closes )

Does your burn hurt?

No.

Mine hurts a lot.

You promised you wouldn't touch me.

Do you want me to go?

No.

Sylvia, Mr. Drummond called.

He's bringing a big party of eight.

- And we're booked. - I know.

What do you want me to do, Sophie?

Are you okay?

Just take care of things for a while. I'll be back.

Hi.

Can you come outside?

We need to talk.

What's up?

Do you like me?

I mean...

do you think you could love me?

I don't know. I guess so.

Let's just get out of here.

Just me and you, today.

What are you talking about?

Let's just pack your car up and we'll go somewhere new

and start over. Somewhere-- anywhere but here.

Just let's go.

- You know, I don't understand-- - Yes or no.

I don't know. I gotta think about it.

( door opens)

Mariana.

Mariana!

Man on TV: I can certainly sympathize with him.

I've had a weight problem my entire life.

Of course I've always liked to eat...

Hiya, everybody.

Hi, Mom.

You had dinner?

No, we were waiting for you.

I'll go get it started.

Why are you so late?

Honey, you scared me.

What did you do today?

I went to pick up some fabric

and then I went to Libby's.

I also went to Libby's. I didn't see you there.

Well, maybe you weren't there when I was there.

I was there since 4:00.

Stop asking questions

and help me clean up this mess.

Gina: Nick? Hey, it's Gina.

I need to talk to you.

No, not at the trailer.

Um, the supermarket?

Say, 11:00?

Okay, bye.

I love you. You love me. I don't know if it's right,

but it's real. Do you want to let it go?

Nick, please just understand.

Answer me. Do you want to let it go?

I don't want to see you anymore.

Forever?

I can't keep seeing you.

I'm gonna wait for you at the trailer every day at noon

until you come back.

( family chattering)

- Hi, Mom. - Hey.

I've got a surprise.

What's this?

Well, we haven't had a picnic in a long time, so I just thought...

On the patio? It's kind of cold out here, honey.

- Is there anything for Stripes? - Stripes can have a cookie.

- Okay. - Bobby: Can I have a cookie?

No, not until you've had your lunch.

I'll do the burgers.

- Bobby: Is mine ready? - Gina: No, not yet.

Hey, guys, come join us.

- Hey, kids. - Why are we having a party?

It's not a party. It's just a picnic...

just for fun.

- I have homework to do. - Oh, come on.

Don't you want to roast some marshmallows?

I'm not a kid, Mom.

Mariana, how about you? Just for a little bit.

I have to go to Carrie's house to work on a school project.

- Bye, Daddy. - Bye, sweetie.

( grunting lightly )

I can't.

I just can't.

I'm sorry.

( car approaching)

You may want to brush up on the newest traffic laws in Oregon...

( knocking on door)

- ( knocking continues ) - Coming.

Hey.

Are you okay?

( door opens)

They haven't been here either.

I think we should check The Palms.

No.

We're never gonna find them. They're gone.

Believe me, a Mexican and a 12-year-old girl

are pretty hard to hide.

We're gonna find her.

We just need to keep looking.

When was the last time you saw her?

I left her two days after she was born.

Why?

I didn't deserve her.

Teachers must really like you!

( both laughing)

- Hey, hon. - Hey.

- There's somebody here to see you. - Hi.

Hey, you never told us about Mariana.

She's a friend from school.

You want to stay for lunch?

No, thanks.

No, we're gonna grab lunch somewhere else.

All right, well, we're gonna have lunch at Paula's.

Yeah.

- It's very nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- See you later. - Bye.

Have fun.

( speaks Spanish)

( door closes )

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see your parents' room.

It's this way.

Mariana: Did your mom and dad get along?

So-so.

Come here.

Still hurt?

No.

( honking )

( continues honking)

With a little girl? You're sure?

Thank you.

They're in room 51.

- What? - 51.

I want to see my daughter.

- Laura: Her hija-- her daughter. - Eh?

She wants to see her daughter.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Maria! Maria!

Don't worry. We'll figure something out.

( door opens)

( car door closes )

Hey.

Hey!

Maria?

Please just let me talk to you for a second.

No, just...

I am begging you, please...

- Please! - Carlos.

Carlos.

Can I sit down?

I'm really sorry I ran away like that yesterday.

I didn't...

You just...

Maria, do you speak English?

You're all grown up.

I think about you all the time...

especially on your birthdays.

I try to imagine what you look like.

You're so beautiful.

You look just like your father.

My dad's in the hospital.

Why?

His plane crashed.

Is he okay?

I don't know.

He's a pilot?

He's a crop duster.

You didn't know?

( fly buzzes)

( gas hissing)

( turning valve)

And may You take care of us and everyone else.

Amen.

Okay, hop in.

Have you said your prayers?

I don't pray anymore.

That's wrong, Mariana.

Lots of things are wrong, Mom,

and they can't be fixed by praying.

You've been acting so strange lately.

Tomorrow I want you to tell me what's on your mind.

- Good night, sweetie. - Good night, Mom.

Good night.

( Spanish song playing)

( turns off radio)

The girl you brought home the other day-- it was her daughter?

Yes.

Are you fucking her?

Why are you doing this?

It's none of your business.

- Can't be doing this shit to your mom. - Stay out of this.

It's not enough what already happened?

It's got nothing to do with you.

You're gonna stop seeing her.

You understand?

Do you understand?

Do you enjoy betraying your family?

I'm talking to you, you son of a bitch.

- I didn't betray anyone. - You are worse than your father.

You dared to bring her home?

You're going to be buried in hell with him.

I'm sorry.

( door opens, closes )

Ahh!

( car driving off)

What happened?

Tell me this ain't true.

This-- tell me this is a lie.

Did you actually sleep with him?

( car starts)

Santiago, my dad is on his way to get you.

Go now and come get me.

What grade are you in?

In eighth grade.

Do you have a boyfriend?

No.

Do you?

I don't have a boyfriend.

- ( footsteps approaching) - Woman: Jose Sanchez Martinez.

I want to have plastic surgery on my breast.

Don't do it. I love how you look.

The scar is so ugly.

You beat death. You fought and won.

That makes your scar beautiful.

Don't erase it.

( fire crackling)

Get out, Mom.

Get out, Mom, get out, Mom, get out, Mom, get out...

Mom!

( machines beeping )

Hey, Daddy.

He's going to be okay, right?

Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

I love you, Daddy.

No...

Can I--

can I just stay for a little longer?

Santiago?

It's me...

Mariana.

You're not gonna die, are you?

'Cause if you die, I wouldn't know what to do with her.

I can barely look her in the eyes.

She needs you.

And I need you.

I'm so scared.

I've been living scared of myself and now I can't--

I can't run away anymore.

( whispering ) I killed them.

I killed your father and my mother.

I didn't mean to, but...

now I can't get the smell of them burning--

I can't get rid of it.

Why did you want me to come back here?

Why?

Why?

Mariana, where are you going?

- What the hell are you doing? - Just let me go!

I'm gonna tell Dad.

Tell him whatever you want.

You know, you can sleep in your room. I'll sleep out here.

No, it's okay.

What happened?

Nothing, I just burned myself once.

My dad has the same scar in the same place.

He says he did it to never forget you.

So did I.

I have a scar too.

What happened?

I fell when I was three.

Are you gonna stay with us?

I don't know. I have to talk to him.

You know, it's been a long time and...

You're leaving again, aren't you?

I'm tired.

Good night.

Good night.

Where are we?

That's Mexico.

What are we gonna do over there?

Live in peace.

I'll never have peace again.

I'm pregnant.

- What? - I'm pregnant and I don't want it.

We can live in Mexico-- the three of us.

No, I can't. I can't have it.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Maria,

do you think you can forgive me for not--

for not being here all these years?

I left you because I was scared that you'd be like me--

that you'd come out like me.

Do you think you can forgive me?

Please?

I want to go see my dad now.

My dad's gonna be okay.

Are you coming?

( guitar strumming )