Original subtitles

STORE ANNOUNCER: [speaking Japanese]

[choral music]

‐ Okay, why do you keep doing that?

‐ Um, they feel like marshmallow.

Think that's what happens when you get your braces off.

‐ Oh, my God, they look so different.

‐ Thanks. ‐ Do you, like, feel older?

‐ Um, a little, because this morning

I woke up, and, like, my boobs were a little bigger.

‐ I mean... ‐ A little bit.

‐ Like, they're huge. Wow.

‐ They're not huge, but they're‐‐

‐ No, they're huge.

‐ Girls, uh, let's get some furikake.

‐ Oh, my God. ‐ I know.

‐ Crazy.

STORE ANNOUNCER: [speaking Japanese]

‐ Let's go. YUKI: All right, let's go.

SHOPPER: Excuse me.

Excuse me, miss.

Hi. ‐ Hi.

Wow, you're stunning.

How tall are you?

‐ Um, I'm 5'7 3/4".

‐ You're a model.

Anyone ever tell you that?

Look at your legs. So long.

‐ Well, thank you. Thank you.

‐ I'm with Premier Models.

I'd love to have you come in and try out.

[light electronic music]

♪ ♪

‐ Are you serious?

Oh, wow. SHOPPER: Yeah!

‐ Thank you so much.

‐ Here's all the info for tomorrow.

‐ Okay. ‐ Appointment time here.

‐ Okay. ‐ Excellent.

Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

‐ You too.

‐ Oh, sorry, hi! ‐ Hi, sorry.

Wait, what was that?

What?

Stop, what?

‐ She just scouted me.

To model. ‐ Oh, my God.

‐ I just got scouted.

‐ Mom, Anna's gonna be a model.

[Bikini Kill's "Demirep"]

SINGER: ♪ I am hiding ♪

♪ The you I show to you is just a lie ♪

♪ You take what you want you get what you take ♪

♪ High, high, high ♪

KATHY: I told you a hundred times already,

absolutely not.

‐ Mom, like, you're not listening, though.

Please, like, it's all the fashion hubs.

It's New York, Philadelphia, Tucson‐‐

Like, it's all of them, and then we can go.

‐ Fine, how much and when?

‐ I told you, the appointment is today,

and it's, like, 3,000 bucks.

‐ No. ‐ Please, Mom.

‐ I am not spending this kind of money

on this kind of thing.

We shouldn't be paying them,

they should be paying you!

‐ You keep saying that.

Not the good places.

‐ I am done talking about this.

‐ You don't get it at all.

I've wanted to model since I was literally born.

Do I help‐‐ ‐ Every sign points to a scam.

And I didn't know you've been wanting to do this

since you were born.

‐ Does a scam have a pamphlet?

So I don't know why you keep saying that.

Do you just think I'm too ugly to model?

‐ You already have a freshman boyfriend, okay?

And this is where I draw the line.

‐ Okay, well, the good news is, is, you're not the boss.

Ever think of that? So I am calling Dad.

‐ Great, call him.

‐ 'Cause he's the real boss, you bitch.

‐ You're a bitch.

‐ Oh, am I? That's so mature.

‐ You're the one who is acting like a bitch.

‐ Why do you talk to me like that?

‐ I'm the adult. I know better.

You're the kid. Act like a kid.

‐ Don't leave. Don't leave.

Mom!

MAYA: No, honestly Anna, if you were my daughter,

I would totally let you model.

You've done a runway show before,

and you, like, you wear hats so well.

ANNA: Yeah.

They just, like, treat me like a kid.

Otherwise they're just, like,

"Oh, do everything, you're an adult."

And then, like, they treat me like a kid

when it's convenient for them.

MAYA: Yeah, they're psychopaths.

Like, you need to get out of there.

Like, I'm‐‐ I'm not kidding.

‐ Can I sleep over?

MAYA: Yeah, definitely.

‐ [sniffles] Thanks.

‐ When you come here, I'm gonna, like,

take pictures of you, and I'm gonna prove

that you're a model. Like, you seriously

are such a model.

ANNA: [laughs]

You're more beautiful. ‐ Okay, I gotta go.

I'll see you soon. ANNA: Okay, love you, bye.

‐ What?

‐ Look what Mom and Dad let me get.

‐ What is that?

‐ Nokia 3310.

‐ Oh, my God. [gasps]

‐ Cell phone, dummy.

[soothing music]

‐ Nokia 3310.

♪ ♪

‐ Strawberries.

‐ It's got a calculator and a stopwatch.

So now I can time how long it takes you

to do something annoying.

‐ Dank. ‐ Stop!

Mom? ‐ Hmm?

Do you have a present for me?

‐ Yeah, I got the stains out for you.

‐ Where's my cell phone?

‐ Well, you're not mature enough

for a cell phone, Maya.

‐ What are you even talking about?

Not mature enough?

‐ You don't even know how to wipe.

‐ What are you even talking about?

I wipe fine, Mom.

‐ 11 seconds.

‐ Stop, Shuji.

Mom, I'm so mature.

Why don't I have a cell phone?

‐ When you're in eighth grade,

maybe you can have your own.

‐ Eighth gr‐‐ I'm, like,

never gonna reach eighth grade.

What are you even talking about?

‐ Here's my number.

You can call me...

when you learn how to wipe my butt.

‐ Mom! Shuji, stop.

That's so unfair.

‐ This is you being immature.

‐ So you love him more than me?

Okay, I'm gonna run away. ‐ Okay.

‐ So, you're okay with that? That I'm running away?

‐ Yeah.

‐ Mom, you're okay with me running away?

I'm going to run away.

‐ All right, I'll see you later.

‐ Oh, my God.

Okay, so you're okay with your daughter

running away?

[yelling] Running away! I hate you!

Do you hear that, Mom?

You're never gonna see me again!

[screaming] I hate you!

I'm gonna die on the street!

Mama, can you drive me to Anna's first, though?

[knocking at door]

[doorbell rings] ‐ Hello?

MAYA: It's Maya.

‐ Mai?

I thought I was coming to you.

‐ I don't want to be there anymore.

Like‐‐ [sobs]

ANNA: What's wrong?

MAYA: [sobbing] My mom gave Shuji a cell phone

and said that I wasn't mature enough for one.

‐ Oh, my God, that is insane, Mai.

You're the most mature person I've ever met.

‐ I know. That's what I said to her.

‐ Yeah, yeah, I agree.

‐ I just don't want to be there anymore.

I think we should run away.

‐ Mai... ‐ I'm serious.

‐ I know, but it's, like, I want to be with you,

of course I want to be with you,

but, like, where are we gonna go,

and, like, what are we gonna eat?

‐ Anna, you're gonna model.

‐ Maya. ‐ I'm serious!

Like, you make tons of money from that,

and that's, like, what we spend.

We can, like, spend it on whatever.

‐ Okay. Yeah. ‐ Yeah?

‐ I mean, I have to try out still.

But I actually don't have a parent's consent.

‐ Then I sign it. ‐ Maya‐‐

‐ Please? [sniffles]

‐ You really think I could model?

‐ You're gonna be a model.

‐ Yeah.

‐ My daughter's gonna be a model.

[soprano choral music]

Please... ‐ Okay.

‐ Really? And I'll be your mom?

‐ [laughs]

Makeover! ‐ Oh, my God, stop.

‐ Tickle, tickle, tickle. ‐ Okay, we're packing.

‐ I love this.

ANNA: Oh, my God. MAYA: What?

ANNA: Love. ‐ I wanna wear that.

ANNA: Okay, but, like‐‐ ‐ It's, like, silk.

ANNA: Yes!

Yes. ‐ Look.

Okay, Anna...

‐ Love. Love that.

‐ Love, right? ‐ Love.

‐ Okay, I'm gonna wear those.

‐ These are like...that.

MAYA: I want to wear those. ‐ Super low.

MAYA: I want to wear those. ‐ Okay.

‐ I love these.

I'm just gonna leave these options for my mom.

‐ Okay.

‐ And then I'm gonna get some makeup,

and, um, I'll go get ready.

And don't go in that drawer, though.

‐ Why?

‐ 'Cause my mom says not to. I don't know why.

‐ Okay.

[humming]

Ah.

No, I'm your mom. Mom.

You go to get Maya‐‐

I've gotta get my giant pocketbook.

Mm‐hmm. [clicks tongue]

[dramatic music]

Mommy's drawer.

‐ No, Daddy, I'm, like‐‐I do love you.

I was just gone 'cause I'm modeling now.

I'm a model.

[sighs]

I'm just kidding. I'm still trying

to get an agent.

[sighs]

‐ Mine.

Map.

My map.

This is my coin.

This is just for adults, honey. It's not for kids.

Just gonna eat my Thursday candy.

This is my...

Oh.

[vibrating]

Mm.

It tickles.

It's a massager.

Okay, I got so much good stuff.

Oh, you look so beautiful.

‐ No, you do.

‐ No, I don't.

I'm ugly.

‐ Mai.

‐ No, it's okay. I'm ugly.

Kind of accepted it.

It's actually kind of freeing.

‐ Okay, that's not true.

I don't know if all of this is, like, the best idea.

[chuckles]

‐ Why?

‐ Well, it's just, like, I don't know.

No, I'm so excited. I'm, like‐‐

I can't wait.

Honestly, I'm just, like, where are we gonna sleep?

Or, like, what are we gonna eat?

And, like‐‐ [vibrating]

Oh, see, you always know what I need.

‐ No, I don't want you to feel stressed.

I think this is gonna be fun.

‐ Yeah.

I think I'm just stressed out about leaving Daddy.

‐ Well, why don't we just bring Daddy?

‐ You sure? ‐ Seriously.

Daddy, Mommy, and model.

‐ Maya. ‐ Stop, I'm serious.

You're gonna be amazing.

‐ Thanks. ‐ Listen to me.

‐ Okay.

‐ You're seriously gonna get signed as a model,

and we're gonna move wherever we want,

and we can get whatever we want.

‐ Maya. ‐ I'm serious.

And call me "mommy."

‐ Maya.

‐ Call me "Mommy."

‐ Okay, Mommy.

‐ That's gonna be you now.

‐ Maybe in a couple of years.

Knock on wood. Knock on wood.

DRIVER: Next stop, Fifth and Krueger.

‐ Okay, next stop.

ANNA: Is that us? ‐ Hold on. Hold on.

Okay, two stops. Two stops.

Here, you want a snack?

‐ Oh, my God, Mom.

Mom, thank you so much. ‐ You're welcome, honey.

‐ Can I have more? I'm a little hungry.

‐ No, you have to watch your figure.

Little bites.

‐ You look beautiful, girl.

‐ Thank you.

‐ I wonder if our parents are wondering

where we are right now, like, freaking out.

‐ Oh, my God. ‐ Freaking out.

‐ When my mom realizes that I'm not sleeping

over at your house, she's gonna be, like,

missing me.

‐ I bet you mine are calling the cops right now.

YUKI: Fred, we gotta plant some flowers in the front.

‐ I know, I know‐‐ Hey, you know, where's Maya?

‐ She's at Anna's, spending the night.

‐ Ah, okay.

‐ She's run away.

‐ Good.

'Cause she's the only one that knows

where the AC adapter is.

ANNA: Oh, my God. Okay.

See, I told my mom this isn't a scam.

‐ You're the only model here.

‐ They must really like me, I guess.

‐ Okay.

‐ Thanks, Mom. ‐ Mm‐hmm.

[soft music]

[clock ticking]

[door clicks]

‐ [sighs] Okay, uh, Anna?

‐ Yep, this is her.

‐ Okay, great. Come on back.

‐ Just to the‐‐ wanna come?

‐ Uh‐‐ ‐ No, you're gonna go.

‐ Sorry, how old are you?

‐ She's‐‐ ‐ 13.

‐ 14. I'm her mama.

‐ Uh, okay.

‐ And she's done lots of runway before,

so you can just‐‐

‐ Okay, that's not really a prerequisite.

‐ And I just got my braces off.

RICK: Okay. ‐ So...

‐ A lot of people come through here

wanting to work with Premier Models.

So, you know, we'll take a few pictures,

see where you land, and, uh, if it does work out,

we will need payments, $3,000.

‐ That's good. And I'm her parental consent.

And I consent.

‐ She signed it. ‐ It's signed.

‐ As long as, uh‐‐

as long as the payment works out,

then we should be good.

So, uh, you ready to come on back

and give it a shot?

‐ Okay. ‐ Okay.

RICK: Um‐‐ ‐ Anna.

‐ Uh, what cup size are you?

ANNA: Cup size is a B. ‐ Okay, that'll work.

Go ahead.

ANNA: Hi.

[door slams]

[uneasy music]

[muffled conversation]

♪ ♪

‐ Ooh.

Car report.

Best and worst deals.

RICK: [laughs] ANNA: [laughing]

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

[door clicks]

RICK: [laughing]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[Daddy squeaking]

‐ I don't know why you're freaking out, Daddy.

You're freaking me out.

She's been in there a long time, yeah.

Ooh, I don't know. I don't know.

I think she's been in there too long.

Maybe I should go check on her.

[rock music]

Okay.

Sorry, to‐‐Anna?

Oh, my God.

Um, we‐‐we gotta go.

Daddy's outside, freaking out, so I think we gotta go.

‐ Did you give him food, Maya? Just give him some food.

‐ No, Daddy at the police station

has his shift wrong, and done,

and he has a gun on a holster.

And he said we gotta go.

‐ He has a gun? ‐ He has a gun.

‐ Oh, yeah, he does.

‐ So put your shirt on. ‐ Okay.

‐ Thank you. Thank you.

‐ But you‐‐ ‐ Go, go, go.

All right, give me those.

Creepy. Come on.

Ugh, fucking weird.

That was crazy. That guy was, like‐‐

I don't know. I didn't like that.

You were in, like, someone's bikini.

‐ Did I do something bad? Was that bad?

‐ No.

No, you didn't do anything bad.

‐ Yeah, 'cause I know it was weird,

but that's what models do.

So I'm just not ready to model.

‐ Yeah, that's okay.

‐ Yeah. ‐ Yeah.

It just was kind of crazy what he did to you, like‐‐

‐ It was my fault, though, because he asked me

if I like bikinis, and I said yes.

[truck roaring]

Where are we going?

Home? Or, um‐‐

‐ I mean, if you want to go home...

‐ I'm not saying I want to go home.

I'm saying, do you want to go home?

‐ That's up to you. ‐ Yeah, I know.

‐ Okay. ‐ Yeah, we don't need

to go home.

‐ So, we'll‐‐ We'll just stick‐‐

‐ Right? ‐ Yeah! Let's do it.

Let's just stick to the plan.

Like, I don't‐‐ I don't want to go home.

‐ I don't want to see them. [laughs]

‐ Yeah. ‐ Right now.

‐ Same.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

‐ [scatting]

‐ The bus stop was actually on the other side.

‐ Sorry.

♪ ♪

ANNA: [exhales heavily]

[dog howling]

I wish I had someone to call to give us a ride.

‐ Well, that's why my mom should've given me

a cell phone.

They really come in handy.

‐ Where are we going?

‐ Um, we're gonna go...

‐ Maya, my arms are heavy. ‐ Yes, I know.

I want to find a place to rest.

‐ Oh, my God. ‐ What?

‐ Look!

[sedate orchestral music]

‐ [gasps] Oh, my God.

He's so cute!

ANNA: You're so cute!

‐ Hi!

‐ Hi! I love you. ‐ Oh, my God, hi.

Hi. Yeah.

MAYA: His butt is so bushy.

‐ What's your name, buddy?

Your name, buddy? ‐ Let's call him Golden Butt.

Golden Butt. ‐ I love it.

[choral music]

♪ ♪

‐ Should we put Daddy on Golden Butt's head?

‐ They could be animal buddies.

‐ [fake sobs]

Oh, yeah. ‐ Animal buddies.

‐ So cute! ‐ So cute.

‐ Oh, my God. ‐ There you go.

‐ So cute.

ANNA: Oh, the animal buddies. Oh!

BOTH: [screaming] ‐ Oh, my God.

‐ Hey! Drop it. Drop it!

Drop it! Oh, God!

Here, hold it. ‐ D'you think he's still alive?

Drop. Drop. Drop it.

[squeals]

‐ Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, wait, wait, wait.

Oh, look. ‐ Is he?

‐ Look. ‐ It's‐‐

‐ He's peeing.

He's peeing. Daddy is still alive.

‐ Wait, but I can't‐‐

‐ No, no, no, Daddy's still alive.

Look. Look, look, look.

ANNA: He's alive!

BOTH: [screaming]

‐ No!

GRACE: Luther!

Luther, come here, baby.

Luther!

Come on, baby.

Hey, girls, are you okay?

‐ Your dog has my hamster.

‐ Oh. Bad Luther.

No‐‐ Drop the rat.

Oh, I'm so sorry, girls.

Do you live in the neighborhood?

‐ No. ‐ No.

‐ Well, do you want to come inside

and use my phone to call your parents?

‐ Um...

GRACE: Okay, well come on in. ‐ Yeah, okay.

[dog barks]

GRACE: It's gonna be okay. ‐ You okay?

I'm sorry about Daddy, but I also don't think

we should call our parents

'cause they're gonna kill us, okay?

ANNA: Who are you gonna call?

GRACE: I'm so, so, sorry, girls.

I'm really sorry.

MAYA: No, it's okay.

‐ Well, come on inside.

[dog howling]

[door slams]

‐ I'm sorry, Daddy.

‐ I'm sorry I was a bad mom.

‐ No, you weren't. I was.

‐ It's my fault.

[somber music]

ANNA: [sighs]

I love you, Daddy. ‐ Love you, Daddy.

[engine grumbling]

‐ What's with all the shit?

‐ You mean our stuff? Like, we ran away.

‐ Yeah.

Like, our moms are being assholes, so‐‐

‐ Is that why you two look like

you got sand in your vaginas?

‐ Um, Daddy just died, so it's not funny.

‐ Wait, what happened to your dad?

‐ Steven, Daddy? My hamster?

You know? You don't listen.

Like, he doesn't always listen.

‐ No, I‐‐it's not‐‐it's‐‐

he got, like, mauled and chomped, and, like,

bitten and eaten alive and stuff.

‐ Oh!

‐ Let's, uh‐‐ let's do something fun

to get your mind off Daddy.

We can take a ride into the moonlight

and play some jams.

‐ Okay, sure.

‐ Sweet.

‐ Um, do you have your driver's license?

‐ I've got my brother's learner's permit.

We look the same. ‐ Yeah.

‐ And plus, we're not gonna get pulled over.

That's stupid. STEVE: No.

DERRICK: First we gotta pick a mix, though.

You ever heard of this?

"My Favorite Tunes, Love Dad."

‐ I love you.

‐ I love you.

‐ Dee, dee, dee.

Um, love your car.

‐ Mayor...Maya. Let's all chill.

‐ Okay.

[mellow music]

‐ Okay.

[engine revving]

SINGER: ♪ California baby ♪

♪ Caught my eye ♪

♪ Lying on the beach ♪

♪ While I surfed by ♪

♪ Then when we met ♪

♪ I'll never forget ♪

♪ You were so tan ♪

♪ And me in my van ♪

♪ California baby ♪

♪ By my side ♪

♪ California baby ♪

♪ Don't you cry ♪

♪ I'll be right beside you ♪

♪ Do or die ♪