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As a girl, you see the world like a giant candy store,

filled with sweet candy and such.

But one day you look around and see a prison and you're on death row.

You wanna run or scream or cry,

but something's locking you up.

Are the other folks cows, chewing cud till the hour come when their heads roll?

Or are they just keeping quiet like...

Planning their escape?

On your left, honey.

- What's that cashier's name? - Can't say.

- When did he start working here? - Don't know. Yesterday?

- Who is he? - Don't know. Can't say.

- What are you doing? - It's called work, Princess.

Kind of fun. You might want to give it a go someday.

Attention, shoppers. There's a Retail Rodeo special on aisle three.

Liquid drain cleaner. Two 12-ounce cans for $5.

Liquid drain cleaner has turning power and it will turn through your pipes.

Ladies, shove something clean and new up your filthy pipes.

Liquid drain cleaner on aisle three.

Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Retail Rodeo.

Hey, Justine. Can I talk to you for a second?

- Yeah. - I was curious.

- Have you ever been to a Bible study? - Yeah.

We got a good one going on every Wednesday.

Rodney comes, Benita comes.

- Got any interest in reading the Bible? - I have my own, you know, beliefs.

We don't preach fire and brimstone. Just the Ten Commandments.

We're not interested in scaring people. We're about loving Jesus.

I kinda like my nights to myself.

Maybe you'll have nights of eternal hellfire to yourself.

- Just kidding you. Drive safe. - Bye-bye-

- Hey, Justine. - Hey, Tiney.

- How was your day? - The same.

- How was yours? - The wind was flipping paint in our eyes.

Paint stings.

Feel like I've been attacked by hornets in my eyeballs.

- Bubba, stand up. - Why?

For Christ's sake.

Look at that couch, Phil. Y'all got paint all over it.

This ain't gonna come off. Damn it, Phil.

Including this gorgeous eggplant...

- I think we've got most of it out. - You two were stoned.

Keep frying your brain, you'll slip off a ladder and crack open your head.

- You do stupid things when you're high. - Like what?

Sitting on my couch with your big blue ass.

Everything just turns to shit.

You finally get nice things, then it all gets messed up.

- Why is this TV buzzing? - It's the wind doing that.

- The wind's coming in different lately. - Different from what?

What you reading?

Catcher in the Rye. I'm named after it.

- What's your name? Catcher? - Holden.

After Holden Caulfield. He's the main character.

What does he do?

He's put upon by society. Hypocrisy of the world.

I notice that you're not very social.

- I'm a writer. - What do you write?

Novels, plays, screenplays, stories, poetry.

That's good. Justine will be fight with you. Where is she?

I better go.

What happens at the end of your book?

He has a nervous breakdown. Goes to a mental hospital.

You don't get paid to pick your crack. You get paid to work.

- I'm not sure I can do makeovers. - Come on!

A little pancake, eyeliner, mascara, rouge on the cheeks and powder it up.

Then you take a moist tissue, roll it in a ball and toss it in their face!

I'm talking to a tree stump! Where are you?

Sorry. I'm just a little tired.

It's the food you eat, Justine.

Look at me. I am ten years older than you and have ten times your energy.

I don't eat meat and I don't eat dairy.

It's probably why you can't get pregnant.

And why you have that hung-jaw look on your face.

It's the cheese in your pizza.

The doctor says I'm fertile. He says I could repopulate the entire planet.

What's the deal here? Did he say you're getting enough vitamins?

He didn't say.

You could make paint where, at different angles,

the house is different colors.

You stand at the front door and the house is red.

You stand at the street and the house is green.

Or you could make an invisible paint. Make the whole house disappear.

What would be neat is a paint that could change a house's molecular structure,

like a chemical acid deal.

What do you think, Tiney?

I think you two are a pair of potheads.

- You getting a whole one or a half? - That one.

- You didn't bring this into the store? - No.

I'll charge you for it.

This is hand lotion. Don't put it anywhere else, even if you need lubrication.

We try to keep frivolous lawsuits to a minimum.

- Do you always wear make-up? - Not very often.

- Your change. Fuck you very much. - Excuse me?

Thank you very much.

Good as new, I tell you. Good as new.

- You might be interested in purchasing... - I'm not buying anything today.

That's a mistake. These are bargain prices.

I didn't bring my purse.

- I hate my job. - That makes two of us.

I hate everybody here.

I hate Gwen. I don't know what the hell she's so happy about.

I'm starting to understand why maniacs shoot everybody to pieces.

Maybe you're a maniac.

Maybe so.

You know, your lips are real pouty. Like a woman.

Your eyes look sad, the way they droop to the side.

- How old are you? - 22.

I'm an old lady next to you.

- How old are you? - How old do you think?

I don't know.

I'm 30 years old.

How long have you worked here?

For ever and a day.

- You don't have a car? - I live down the street.

You can ride in here.

- Do you wanna come in? - I don't know.

I'm in a funk.

I'm not gonna beg you.

You gotta go there in your heed and heart.

And I did and then things changed for me.

- I'll be in my room. - Ok, Tom.

They call you Tom?

It's my slave name.

Holden's what I call myself.

This is my room.

Not a lot to look at.

What are your folks like?

They're ok. They don't get me.

They're all right, just...

My husband doesn't get me.

- Since when do you have a husband? - Since seven years.

He's a painter.

- What does he paint? - Houses.

He's a pig. He talks but he doesn't think.

I'm sick of it.

Do you go to college?

I had to drop out 'cause I had a problem with drinking.

I'll go back. I just gotta prove to my folks I can fly straight.

- Did you go to college? - I was afraid I'd lose Phil if I went.

Now that'd be reason enough to go.

I was looking at you in the store. I liked how you kept to yourself.

I saw in your eyes that you hate the world.

I hate it, too.

You know what I'm talking about?

After living in the dark,

a glimpse of the light can make you giddy.

Strange thoughts come into your head and you better think 'em.

Has a special fate been calling you and you not listening?

Is there a secret message right in front of you and you're not reading it?

Is this your last best chance?

Are you gonna take it?

Or are you going to the grave with unlived lives in your veins?

- Notifying your wife. - What did I say?

- If you had a wife. - What did I talk about?

You talked of Margaret she filled out a red dress.

What else?

Tiney, you're pretty.

That's why I ain't never married.

You got yourself the best fish in the sea.

I wonder what it'd be like to be a woman.

All that smooth skin.

Long hair.

If I was a woman, I'd be a slut.

A lesbian slut.

Gwen says smoking marijuana lowers your sperm.

Lowers it to where?

Maybe you're the infertile one around here.

Maybe every time you smoke, you're killing our unborn children.

Great. Close.

Why are you limping?

I twisted my ankle... on the stairs.

I was wondering maybe you could give me a ride home.

Yeah. Sure. Ok.

Alright. I'll talk to you about it later.

Every woman should have one Beau before any woman has two Beaus.

He's not my Beau. He's my friend.

Happy Hallowe'en, Retail Rodeo shoppers.

There's a Retail Rodeo special on all bulk candy on aisle four.

Ghouls, goblins, witches and warlocks wandering these aisles day after day,

I put a Hallowe'en curse on your hellish heads.

Goodnight, Corny. Happy Hallowe'en.

I'm not a pagan, but thanks all the same.

Which ankle did you twist, Holden?

Left.

Maybe you should put some cold water on it so it doesn't swell up and inflame.

Ok.

You're a writer, so you have yourself a goal, I guess.

I used to lie in bed and imagine other cities,

other jobs I could have, other husbands.

New I don't even know what to imagine any more.

Holden, I have a husband.

I thought you said he was a pig.

Well... Holden.

I don't wanna hurt anybody.

I've been thinking about what you said about my sperm.

I know I got good sperm.

Baby-making sperm.

I suppose it couldn't hurt to have it confirmed by an expert.

Who needs a fucking baby anyway?

You wanna make yourself useful? Why not get that goddam TV fixed?

What the hell...?

It sounds like a helicopter is landing in here.

You want a blackberry? A man was selling them on the road.

- No, thank you. - They're real sweet.

This is for you.

- It's from Holden. - Where is he?

He's got the day off. He me by this morning with it.

- Thanks. - Don't mention it. Hey, Gwen.

Hi, sugar.

Dear Justine,

because of you I'll be quitting the Retail Rodeo.

The last two days have been the most god-awful of my life.

I've not been able to get rid of you in my head.

I've never wanted anything so bad, and I have wanted many things.

I'd given up long ago on being gotten by someone else...

And then you came along.

The idea that I could be gotten and will not be...

Is the worst feeling I've ever felt, and I've felt many bad feelings.

I'm sorry I can never see you again, Justine.

Forgive me for being so weak, but that is who I am.

Goodbye. Holden Worther.

If for some reason you could change your mind...

And want to be with me body and soul,

meet me after work.

I will be waiting for you at 5 P.M. outside Chuck E Cheese.

If you are not there at five, you will never see me again in your lifetime.

Gwen?

- What's wrong? - I'm ok.

I feel a little sick.

There it goes!

Give him a hand!

Gwen?

- Justine? - You're ok.

What's going on in here?

Jesus. Gwen, you sick?

We gotta get her to a hospital. Justine, drive her to Saint Catherine's.

- What time is it? - 4:45. You gotta be somewhere?

- Gwen? - I had a dream.

I had a dream I was sprouting a beard made of bean sprouts.

I'm gonna let you off here, ok?

Ok. You gonna meet me inside?

I'm gonna park the car and then I'll come in.

Ok. Thanks.

You're a doll.

Hey!

- I'm really glad you came. - I just ditched Gwen at the hospital.

- Thank god. - Where are we going?

- Let's go to my house. - With your folks?

- Let's just park. - This isn't well planned.

I don't care. Wherever you want. I just wanna hold you.

It's $45. I need you to fill this out for me.

Stay here.

I can't do it.

We'll be back here before you know it.

I don't wanna...

I don't wanna go.

Justine.

I'm yours.

I'm all yours.

- Hey. - Hey.

Where you been?

Gwen got real sick today.

She was throwing up all over the store.

I had to take her to the hospital and sat with her.

- Did she sick up on you? - No.

Did she sick up on anybody?

It's not funny, Phil, it's serious.

I'm gonna go by there tomorrow, too. And the next day.

- Justine. What happened to you? - What?

I went down to Saint Catherine's. Gwen was asking for you.

How is she?

She was heaving up until there was nothing left.

The doctor said she ate something with a parasite in it.

Those blackberries.

They're gonna keep her in there until she gets better.

You're gonna have to supervise cosmetics.

- Stop it. Somebody's gonna see. - Who cares?

I crave you.

I wanna know everything about you.

Who are you?

I'm just this woman.

I moved to Texas when I was 11. My daddy was in the air force.

I wanna knock your head open and see what's inside.

I've had so much pain in my life. I know you have, too.

Holden gave me two of his stories to read.

It was more like the story of what a story would be.

It was about a boy who was put upon,

whose mother was cold and selfish

and whose father wanted him to play football.

Other people didn't get him, especially girls.

The boy comes to believe that no one can ever really know him.

He starts acting out, drinking and taking all kinds of drugs.

At the end, the boy kills himself by jumping over a bridge.

The second story was pretty much the same as the first,

except the boy kills himself by drinking a bottle of bug poison.

Your stories are intense.

I just wanna leave some kind of legacy.

Something great.

And after that I don't care what happens to me.

Don't say that.

I wish there was a story about me.

I don't know who'd read it, though.

I would.

I like this.

I like having a secret.

- You gave me a secret, Holden. - See?

Now that you met me, you're mysterious.

And dark and twisted.

- I'm doomed to hell, aren't I? - Yes, you are.

What is it?

That's Bubba's truck. Get in the car.

Phil takes that truck to work every day.

Bubba picks him up and drops him off.

Why would that truck be parked there?

I don't know.

If he finds out about us...

- I won't let him hurt you. - He's big, Holden.

He'll beat me but he will kill you.

You can't worry about something that hasn't happened.

I gotta go to the hospital.

Don't. He could be following us.

Justine.

Poor lady. She just passed.

- What? Who did? - Gwen. She passed away.

What? I thought she had a stomach ache.

She got worse. She was on life support all day.

I don't understand.

It was God's will, Justine. No one can understand it. No point trying.

It was just Gwen's time to fly away home.

Gwen died today.

What?

Are you kidding? What for?

Parasite. Bacteria. Something she ate.

Are you ok?

Where were you this afternoon?

- Painting on Bovary. Why? - What time did Bubba bring you home?

Knocked off early, about four.

Bubba had a date with a stewardess. Why?

I can't believe she's dead.

- I wasn't a very good friend to her. - Don't say that, Tine.

Of course you were. Of course you were,

Retail Rodeo employees, this is Jack Field, your store manager.

Before we open today, I have some terrible news.

One of our best employees, Gwen Jackson, died yesterday.

Gwen was a real class act.

She had a good attitude, she had ideas.

We're all gonna miss her.

Now, if any of y'all need to collect your thoughts and remember Glen... Gwen,

then today's the day.

You'll be excused from work and we'll just have to do without you.

Gwen, this one's for you.

I'll be seeing you

in all the old familiar places

that this heart of mine embraces all day through...

Holden wanted to spend the day skinny-dipping and making love.

He said we'd be like Adam and Eve rolling in the sticks and the dirt...

And being one with the wilderness.

He was so fixed on the idea that even when the clouds came...

And the sky was getting dark,

he kept on swimming.

All my thoughts turned to death.

I thought of Gwen's body rotting away.

I thought about what a nice person she was,

so full of life and goodwill.

If there is a heaven, Gwen would be there,

giving makeovers and offering up helpful advice.

I thought if I died today, what would happen to me?

A hateful girl.

A selfish girl.

An adulteress.

A liar.

What are we doing?

Making one out of two.

I haven't thought this through.

Justine?

Will you leave him?

And go where?

With you on my arm, my folks will think I've changed.

They'll stop thinking I'm such a loner.

I'll have a girlfriend, a pretty one, who knows me and likes me,

and they'll be so happy, they'll give me money to write my novel.

But where will we go?

We'll be like the Catcher in the Rye.

But by me.

I'll be immortal and then like JD Salinger I'll just vanish.

Hey, Tiney.

We've been up to no good.

We got the day off oh account of the rain.

I thought you might.

I heard about your friend being dead and all.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. She was real healthy, too.

Well, at least you were with her when she went.

Isn't that right? You were with her when she went?

- Yeah. - I wish it would rain every day.

Never have to paint again.

You have to make sure you order the fight ones.

Hey, Justine.

- How are you holding up? - Fine.

Real shocker.

I've moved Cheryl to cosmetics. She got too creative on the PA.

Maybe she'll watch her Ps and Qs. If not, she's out.

You listen to Justine.

- Shall I help get stuff out of storage? - No. Maybe later.

Will you give me a ride home today? My ankle's acting up.

I gotta get home. Maybe Cheryl can.

What, you need a ride?

Forget it.

I think we gotta take a breather. I'm nervous. I feel guilty.

- Can't we go to the motel? - Not today.

Let's go to the storeroom.

Just be patient, Holden.

I was wondering... What time was that Bible study?

It's tomorrow night at eight.

We'd sure love to have you.

- Can I bring my husband? - Of course.

The couple that prays together stays together.

- What's this? - The holy Bible.

There's one for you and one for me.

- Not very light, is it? - We're going to Bible study.

The couple that prays together stays together.

I heard it was the couple that lays together stays together.

Well, you heard wrong.

Cheryl, could you take this one?

Sure. Sit fight down here, ma'am. We're gonna make you pretty.

- How do you like your hair? - My hair?

I need to know if that's your usual way of wearing it.

I can put more make-up on your chin to offset it.

You'll want to take a bottle of this home.

It's got a lot of ingredients so it's a good deal.

- Know what gingko extract is? - No.

It's extract of the gingko. It makes your skin slick.

Any liquid will roll fight off you, be it water or lemon juice or urine.

I'll put it in a bag for you.

Phil, what are you doing?

- What? - We're gonna be late for Bible study.

You're stoned, you got paint in your hair. Go and shower.

- I completely didn't remember. - Get in the shower.

Working on your spiritual life?

Yeah, I guess.

Ain't that a hoot and a holler?

What do you mean?

I saw you, Justine.

- You saw me what? - I saw you.

We got some things to talk about, you and me.

You come by my house tomorrow after work,

if you know what's good for you.

Hey. Where's Bubba?

- He left. - Well, I'm ready. Let's go.

I don't know what to say about Jesus.

I'm stoned.

Just let the other people do the talking.

Jeez! We forgot the bibles, Justine.

That's all right. They'll forgive us.

Howdy. Welcome.

Hey, there, people. Glad you could make it.

- Hi, Corny. This is my husband... - Phil.

Howdy, Phil. Y'all are in for a treat. We got a good discussion planned.

"If man is made in god's image, what does that say about god?"

That sounds like a good one, yeah.

I want to talk to you about pilgrim's progress...

- Come with me. - What?

Come with me to the car. I gotta get something.

- What are you doing? - Just get in the car, Phil.

- What the hell...? - I don't wanna go to Bible study.

Why not?

Because I don't want to. Now let's just get outta here.

Justine, this is embarrassing.

We're running away like two devil-worshipers.

I don't care. I'm not in the mood.

You are freaking me out, man.

- Why? - Why?

Because we forgot our bibles is why.

You just said two seconds ago they'd forgive us.

Well, they may not, so can we please just get the shit outta here?

I'm never going back to Bible study again.

I don't care. Let's just go.

I look too white, don't you think?

I want to match your face with your hair. You're not white enough.

I think I look kinda weird.

The first rule of fashion is you have to look weird.

What I'm doing comes from France.

It's called Cirque du Face. Circus of the Face.

It's all the rage with the Frenchies.

- Well, you're the professional. - Right. And you're in good hands.

Justine. What happened to you?

I saw you two driving off like vampires in the night.

Gee, we forgot our bibles.

You could have shared.

You can't make water without bumping your nut on a Bible!

We felt bad.

- What in blazes...? - Do you like it?

I can't go.

- What? - I can't go today.

There's something important I have to do.

I thought you said we'd go today.

Something came up.

What came up?

Ok, look.

I think maybe somebody's found out about us.

I'm starting to wonder if you even wanna go.

I'm starting to think you don't get me.

Maybe I don't get you,

You do get me. You just don't wanna 'cause I'm too intense for you.

Justine, who cares if someone found out?

We don't have to live like this.

I know what it's like to go home and feel you're hiding.

- We can leave all this behind. - You are not married.

You're gonna give up, go crawling back?

- You'll get us caught! - You're so afraid, it makes me sick.

Wait. Don't give up on us.

I won't.

Ok.

Ok.

I'll see you tomorrow, ok?

- Ok? - Ok,

good luck on your important thing.

Thanks.

Easy, Bits.

Back in your corner! Back in your corner, Bits!

Come on in.

I wanna show you something.

Sit.

You get into your corner!

In your corner! In your corner!

I'm in shock.

Why?

You know why.

Bubba sat like that for whet seemed like ten years before speaking.

Finally he talked a blue streak about the sad ruin that was his life.

He talked about how he loved Phil and how he loved me...

And how he wanted a girlfriend like me and to be a guy like Phil

to this imaginary girl like me who he'd never found.

He talked about giving up dreams...

And how it's all a part of getting older.

Bubba had given up his dream of being Phil.

He had accepted his fate of being Bubba always and forever.

Then last week a door that had always been shut swung wide open.

Bubba felt this was no chance coincidence.

A cosmic force was at work.

The sounds of me making love to another man...

Was like a shout in Bubba's ear from the creator himself.

What it meant or what to do or why, Bubba didn't know.

But he hated me for poisoning the well of idealism...

From which he had drunk for so long.

I was no longer Bubba's image of perfection.

I was just a liar and a whore and that sickened him.

But he loved me for opening his eyes...

And releasing him from the bitter chains of envy that bound him to Phil.

Phil was no Superman, just a cuckold and a fool,

and that was beautiful.

Bubba felt there was one thing left for us to do.

Something that would solve our problems and end this tragic saga.

I'm not gonna sleep with you.

But don't you see? This is my chance for liberation.

But one person's liberation is another person's badness.

- There's no way. - I'll have to tell Phil.

- Why? - He's my best friend.

I can't keep him in the dark about this. He's a cuckold.

- But you wanna cuckold him yourself. - That's not about him.

That's about my salvation.

Look, you've got your choice to make.

Destroy your marriage and break your husband's heart...

Or have sex with me right now.

In your corner, Bits. Down! In your corner.

Justine!

- Oh, god! - What?

- There was someone at that window! - You're paranoid.

I gotta go.

Phil is never gonna find out about any of this. Don't fret.

- Get this damn dog away from me! - You're looking at a free man.

- A free man. - Great. Good for you.

Thank you.

Bits!

As children, all the tales of mystical places began with "once upon a time..."

I'm nervous.

You're nervous? Why?

Because I gotta go to that doctor tomorrow and jizzum into a cup.

What if I can't do it?

You can do it.

If you said you'd help me, I'd feel a lot less nervous.

It's gonna be in your lunch hour.

Ok.

You didn't say nothing about the TV being fixed.

Is it?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Well, aren't you a fright?

Have you heard from Holden? He didn't show up for work.

- I know you're friends. - We're not.

- You eat lunch together every day. - No, we don't.

If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him.

Oh, my god!

- What are you doing? - You're a hooker! You hooker!

You followed me.

You getting with every guy in the state?

No! Holden, this is all because of you.

If I didn't sleep with him, he was gonna tell Phil about us.

I am so alone!

Holden, you gotta get a hold of yourself.

- Are you drunk? - Yes. I'll be drunk till the day I die.

What do you care? You'll jump on any old pecker!

- It's not what you think. - I saw everything.

Oh, god.

Go home, sober up, meet me after work and we will talk about this.

- Where are you going? - I gotta help Phil with his sperm. Go!

- Go on! - I can't share you, Justine.

Maybe with one man but not with a whole bunch of 'em.

Great.

Mr Last, would you come with me?

Wish me luck.

- Good luck, honey. - Knock 'em dead, partner.

- You look nice. - No, I don't.

I know why you're angry,

but for me, what happened yesterday was a wonderful thing.

Nothing happened yesterday, so drop it.

I'm awful grateful to you, Justine. I am.

Bubba, I mean it.

Let me just ask you one thing.

How do I stack up against Phil? You know?

How do I stack up against him where it counts?

Ma'am, your husband has made a request for your presence.

- Who's there? - It's Justine.

Come on.

I can't do this on my own. I need help.

You've never done it on your own?

Not in a place like this.

Not when I have to hand over the results.

Just... let me hold your boob.

Here.

They're sore.

What's wrong? You look like death.

My stomach's cramping. I feel sore.

- Is it your period? - No, just stress.

I know. This job's stressful.

I'm breaking out.

It's because you put so much make-up on your face.

- Maybe you're pregnant. - What?

No.

Sometimes I think, "at least it can't get any worse."

But it can. It can get worse.

As long as you can say you've hit rock bottom, you haven't.

Oh, my god. Blackberries.

You could go deaf, lose your children.

Babies starve and they never get food.

They never get any food. They come into the world and die.

- Holden, calm down, all fight? - I can't calm down!

If I was a hooker like you, I'd calm down all over.

I am not a hooker.

I know you're not.

I'm in agony.

- Why? - Why? I thought you hated your life.

I do. I mean, I'm depressed, but...

But you are really depressed.

I'll kill him. I'll murder him in his sleep.

I'll kill my parents, steal their money. Whatever you want.

Just as long as it's you and me. Please don't forsake me, Justine.

- Ok. - I can't take it.

I won't. I promise.

I won't. I promise, ok?

I realized then that Holden was at best a child and at worst a demon.

If I was ever gonna go straight, I'd have to ditch him.

To get back to redemption, you have to make pit stops.

- How much are the blackberries? - A tin for two dollars, miss.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Have a blackberry.

We need a plan.

We gotta chart a course...

Have a blackberry, Holden.

They're dirty.

They're sweet.

If I could only get my hands on some money,

someone could just tell me the answer.

I gotta do. But I end up thinking about it instead.

I gotta do.

But do what? What...?

What was that for?

They looked dirty. I saw a bug in them or something.

Your father gave me a call, I gave you a job.

I even let you use that name. I never do that with other people.

I'm worried about Holden... Tom.

I'm worried about Tom.

I just befriended Tom recently

and now, well...

I think he's mentally ill.

He's got this idea in his head that we've had some sort of affair,

which is crazy, 'cause I'm married.

And he's been saying all sorts of strange things...

And making threats.

And drinking.

And I just think he would be better off some place...

Where people... professionals could take care of him.

Otherwise he's gonna get himself into trouble.

What are you doing in there?

- What's that? - It's a home pregnancy test.

Why are you taking it?

'Cause I still haven't gotten my period.

What does it say?

I haven't taken it. Could you give me a minute, please?

I wanna be here when you find out, Tiney.

Ok.

The little plastic doohickeys turning blue.

What does that mean?

Blue?

Bright blue.

That means I'm pregnant.

All right!

I knew it. Waste of time going to that sperm doctor.

We did it! We're gonna have ourselves a baby.

Maybe.

Tomorrow we'll celebrate at signor tuna.

Yes, we are. I'm gonna bring Bubba.

You could bring some of your friends from work or the Bible study guy.

Too bad Gwen's dead.

The test could be wrong, Phil. It's a little early for a party.

Let's do it mellow, then.

You sure don't seem too excited.

No, I'm excited.

It's just... a lot of worries come along with having a baby.

Don't think negative.

Think positive.

We could have ourselves a tiny Phil.

Or a tiny Tiney.

Tiney's gonna have a teeny-weeny Tiney.

Do you think anything's gonna change, having a baby?

What do you mean? Everything's gonna change.

Yeah, but I mean do you think anything's really gonna change?

What do you mean?

Hello.

Hi, this is Dr Williams returning the call of Jean Worther.

I'm calling from the Holland County Psychiatric Hospital.

- Who was it, Tom? - It was a wrong number.

Either of you seen Holden?

That boy is out on his ass.

Justine, something's going on.

Something is definitely happening.

Ok, go find out.

- What's happening? - It's big.

- What? - It's very big.

- Come on. I'm gonna kill you. - Somebody stole $15,000 from the safe.

- They blew the thing open with a gun. - Oh, my god.

- And the cops know who did it. - Who?

- Somebody who works here. - Cheryl!

Holden. The fool left his cashier key in the door.

- Oh, my god. - They can't find him.

They say he robbed his folks and took off.

You in on it?

What? No.

I know you played hooky in the storeroom. I'll never rat on you.

You in on it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Suit yourself.

Justine. Can we talk to you for a second?

Come in.

Hi, Justine. Go ahead and have a seat.

Justine, you like working at the Retail Rodeo, don't you?

You like the company and you like the people.

You wouldn't wanna jeopardize that by some silly error in judgment?

Holden stole $15,000 from the safe last night.

- Did you have anything to do with it? - No.

I don't know anything.

We know you're tight with Holden.

I hardly know him.

I've seen you in the storeroom with him, Justine.

On many an occasion.

I think you know him pretty well.

I don't know anything.

Justine!

I did it! I finally did something!

- The police are looking for you. - Who cares? I'm proud of myself.

- Fuck them. Fuck all of them. - They think I'm in on it, too.

Corny has a camera in the storeroom. That perverts been watching us.

Well, we're outta here, Justine.

I got over $20,000. I got a gun. What else?

I'm getting all goosey. I think I'm gonna crash.

I'm pregnant, Holden.

- It's my baby. - Not necessarily.

Yes, it is. You know it is.

Even if it is, you cannot raise a baby on the run.

Yes, you can. You can't rise a baby here. You know that.

Justine.

You hate your husband. You hate your job. You love me. Let's go.

I can't go tonight. I gotta pack. I'd have to get more money.

Well, then, tomorrow. I'll wait for you at the motel.

- Just be there by noon. - This is all going too fast.

Justine, what do you have to lose?

Nothing.

Well, then, be there by noon.

Ok.

I love you, Justine. This is all gonna work out. I know it.

Wait. I almost forgot.

Here's the story of your life.

You inspired me.

Hey, Tiney.

- We were worried. - I'm sorry.

Justine, this is Floberta. This is Justine.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Congratulations on your expectation. - Thanks.

- Do you think it's a girl or a boy? - As long as it plays for the Cowboys!

Well, I hear signor tuna calling.

Hello.

Yeah.

Well, that's not right.

What is that supposed to mean?

Hey, look. No, you look. You...

You don't know shit, ok?

Justine's pregnant. You got that?

You better check your records again, pal, and then you call me.

Some doctor says my sperm's no good.

Does that mean Justine's not pregnant?

No. It just means they messed up, is all.

They don't know everything.

They just got it wrong, is all.

It looks like that wind's picking up again.

How it all came down to this, only the devil knows.

Retail Rodeo was at the corner on my left,

I closed my eyes and tried to peer into the fixture.

On my left I saw days upon days of lipstick and ticking clocks,

dirty looks and quiet whisperings.

And burning secrets that just won't ever die away.

And on my right, what could I picture?

The blue sky, the desert earth, stretching out into the eerie infinity.

A beautiful never-ending nothing.

Hey, Justine.

- I know where you can find him. - Holden?

He's at the motel Glen Capri and he'll be there till noon.

You done good. You're a good girl.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's going on in the bedroom? Looks like a twister hit it.

I was doing laundry.

I thought we'd been robbed.

- Why aren't you at work? - They gave me the day off.

This is Ken Rudulph at the Glen Capri Motel,

where a stand-off between police and a local man has ended in bloodshed.

Police were given a tip that a man suspected of burgling a local store

had been staying at the motel.

The man was a Retail Rodeo employee, Thomas Worther.

Worther began brandishing a handgun.

He then fired one shot, taking his own life.

Inside the motel room, police say they found $15,000 and a handgun...

Retail Rodeo. You know that guy?

Worther was 22 years old. That is all the information we have.

Details are rather sketchy...

A spokesperson from the sheriff's office will be joining me with an update...

Attention, Retail Rodeo employees. This is Jack Field, your store manager.

As most of y'all know by now, we lost another employee yesterday.

Holden was a thief and a disturbed young man

and what happened was a sad thing.

Perhaps we can learn a lesson from this, like don't steal and don't be disturbed.

The important thing is to move on.

Life does and so should we.

This one's for you, Holden.

Who's sorry now?

Who's sorry now?

I thought we were gonna get a day to grieve and go to the movies.

What? What is it?

I was at your house and the mail came.

Phil was opening letters and he opened this bill from a credit card company.

And fuck... Please don't tell him about us, Justine.

Please. Please.

I love Phil. I love him more than myself.

Please have mercy on me.

Hey, Phil.

Have you been sleeping around behind my back?

What?

I said, "have you been sleeping around behind my back?"

Yes.

Why?

Why?

I don't know why.

Don't you love me?

- Don't you love me at all? - Yes.

You're the only man alive that I love.

Oh, god, please don't tell me it's not my baby.

It's your baby.

Are you sure?

It is. I swear. I swear to god.

Who was he?

- That doesn't matter. - Yeah, it does.

Was it someone from work?

Yeah, I know who it was.

That Bible study guy, wasn't it?

That Nazarene. That's why you were acting so spooked.

Yeah. It was him.

- I'm gonna beat his ass. - Phil, don't.

You're getting all swollen.

I'm sorry I hit you, baby.

I'm sorry, Phil.

I need to get stoned.

Ok.

Get stoned.

When you just gotta escape, you know.

Yeah.

Do you ever feel like that?

Like you gotta escape?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

What are those?

Fake eyelashes, extra-long.

Just do it normal, for once.

You want me to make the other cheek purple to even it out?

No.

Did you hear about Corny?

He was going home after Bible study

and two beefy guys with painted faces pulled up in a truck and jumped him.

That's terrible.

Yeah.

That day I read the story Holden wrote for me.

It was kind of different from the other ones but kind of the same.

It was about a girl who was put upon,

whose job is like a prison...

And whose life has lost all meaning.

Other people don't get her, especially her husband.

One day she meets a boy who's also put upon...

And they fall in love.

After spending their whole lives never getting got,

with one look they get each other completely.

Yeah. That's my big baby.

In the end the girl and the boy run away together into the wilderness,

never to be heard from again.