All language subtitles for Looking for Alaska - S01E04 - The Nourishment Is Palatable

♪ I'd swim across Lake Michigan ♪

♪ I'd sell my shoes ♪

♪ I'd give my body ♪

♪ To be back again ♪

♪ In the rest of the room ♪

♪ To be alone ♪

♪ With you ♪

Sorry.

♪ To be alone with you ♪

Life's a beach, Pudge. Enjoy the waves.

♪ Alone with you ♪

♪ To be alone with you ♪

♪ To be alone with you ♪

♪ To be alone ♪

Whatever she did,

it's not nice to call someone a name.

In this case, it is accurate.

She did rat.

Then why are you trying
so hard to get it off?

Thank you.

And thank you for taking care of me.

I'm sorry I ran off like that.

Well, you did not end up
in a coma, so that's good.

I'm also sorry for not
saying any of this sooner.

I was just embarrassed.

It's okay.

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ I've never known a man who loved me ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

Sorry, Pudge. Did I wake you?

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Where's The Colonel?

He woke up half an hour ago.

When he saw it was me,

he just, um, grabbed
his things and left.

His loss, right?

That's a rhetorical question,
no need to answer.

Why did you do it?

No one hates rats as much as you do.

So for you to do what you did...

I appreciate your concern,

and I promise I will never do it again.

But that's all I'm gonna say about it.

In other news, are you staying
here for Thanksgiving?

Because I am.

Thanksgiving?

National holiday.

Native Americans gave us maize and yams,

and we gave them smallpox.

Ring a bell?

Jake has a lot of studying to do,

and he says he can't concentrate

while staring at me, so
I'll be here... all alone,

by myself.

I... um, I was actually thinking
you should stay here too.

In fact, I have composed a list.

"Why Pudge should stay at
the Creek for Thanksgiving:

"a list by Alaska Young.

"One: because he is a very
conscientious student,

"Pudge has been deprived

"of many wonderful Culver
Creek experiences,

"including but not limited to

"drinking wine with me in the woods,

"going out late at night and lying

"in the dewy soccer fields and reading

"a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.

"Two: while it will never be mistaken

"for the fine dining
experience you might have

"in central Florida,
Miss Anne's Diner serves

a surprisingly tasty Thanksgiving meal."

And three... well,
I don't really have a three,

but one and two were awfully good.

I'm supposed to go home.
My parents are expecting me.

It's a pretty big holiday
in the Halter household.

Think it over once we wake up.

I'm not flirting. I'm just tired.

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Tell your parents yet?

Tell 'em what?

That you ain't going
home for Thanksgiving.

You ain't special, Pudge.

Alaska doesn't like to go home,

but she also doesn't like to be alone.

Takumi stayed with her last year,

and now it's your turn.

You think something
amazing is gonna happen,

and she gonna break up with Jake,

and you're gonna experience
sexual fireworks.

But really, you're just
gonna drink shitty wine

and melt candles.

So many candles.

This is what Alaska does.

What Pudge does is still
left to be determined.

I think he's staying.

He does that, he's a rat by association,

and we'll have no choice but
to cut him off as well.

I'm not staying.

Yes, Alaska invited me,

but I didn't even consider it.

It's just crazy.

Pudge, are you familiar

with the Indian Springs Treaty of 1825?

Because you staying here with Alaska

is like those three
rogue Native Americans

who tried to make a deal
with the white men.

Their own tribe executed
them for being traitors,

and the white men took
their land anyway.

That was dark, and
I don't totally get it.

Don't think with your
dick. That compute?

That was not the moral of the story.

It was don't trust white people...

or alternatively, don't trust people

who are known to be unreliable.

Especially proven rats.

Not to mention, she has a boyfriend.

And God help us if you unmoor her

from the rock that is Jake,
which ain't gonna happen.

'Cause she ain't gonna
never get with you.

Bad wine, many candles.

I get it.

I got it.

I'm Orlando bound.

Miles, what's wrong?

Nothing is wrong.

Every time I call,

doesn't mean something's wrong.

"Every time" you call implies
you call all the time.

Yeah, sorry.

I know I missed a call last week.

Uh, I'm just saving up some new material

for when I see you in person.

Yeah, about that.

Now, no pressure on Thanksgiving, Miles.

You don't have to fly in for the holiday

if you don't want to.

Oh, um...

I don't?

No.

We can drive up and pick you up.

This way...

Road trip!

We can't wait to see you, sweetie.

I've already started making
the cranberry sauce.

I hope you're making it
with those golden raisins.

For my golden boy.

Our son is coming home.

We'll see you soon, bud.

Sorry, if I didn't sound excited enough.

I... I can't wait for
the cranberry sauce.

Ugh. I hate that shit.

What the hell is it? Is it a fruit?

Is it Jell-O?

Sorry. You're not my mom.

Is this Miles?

It's me, Jake.

Jake, as in Alaska's Jake?

Yeah, I'm not sure
that's the case anymore.

I'm not sure about much, man,

other than I've called this
payphone, like, 40 times,

and she still hasn't called me back.

Did you get into a fight?

It seemed like everything was great.

Yeah, 'cause it was
until she ran out on me

when I was saying good-bye.

And I haven't heard from her since.

She's totally blowing me off,

and I feel like we're done, dude.

Can't think of a single reason why.

Yeah, nothing comes to mind.

Miles, what's wrong?

I just spoke to you.

What terrible catastrophe
could have befallen me

since then?

Um, actually, something has come up.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Just cozying up with some Vonnegut

since he'll be my only companion

this coming week.

I'll tell you all about
it when you get back.

Or we could read it together.

I'm staying.

Staying here at school,

remaining focused,
gives me the opportunity

to catch up on my studies.

Plus, the peace and quiet

is gonna be very restorative.

Orlando really is a city on the go.

That fast-paced lifestyle
can be very depleting.

I know what you're thinking,

but it's not 'cause I
wanna make out with her.

Hold up.

I've been doing a little back
of the napkin calculations

in my head, and I've
been able to determine

that you're full of shit.

Yo, Takumi! My mom's here.

Last chance to get a free
ride to the airport.

Oh, that's your mom?
I'd love to meet her.

Hey, sweetie!

How you doing?

Pudge, I'm giving you 48 hours

before Alaska breaks your heart
or Jake breaks your face,

and we will not help you
pick up the pieces.

Oh, actually, um, Alaska and
Jake are kind of on the outs.

It's even worse than I thought.

My condolences.

The Eagle's on vacation,

but we take no chances.

Dig.

- Dig?
- Dig.

So, we're making candles?

My reputation precedes me.

Hell of a day for you
to decide to sleep in.

We're already behind schedule.

Maybe next time don't have me consume

large quantities of cheap wine.

You had maybe one glass,
and it's not cheap.

Given how it tastes,
it's actually overpriced.

Wait, behind schedule for what?

I've long believed that the creek
that runs behind the school

is connected to Miss Anne's Diner.

Don't you wanna test out the theory?

Come on. Put your shoes on!

Come on, let's go!

"In the beginning,
God created the earth...

"And he looked upon it in
His cosmic loneliness.

"And God said, 'Let us make
living creatures out of mud,

"'so the mud can see what We have done.'

"And God created every living
creature that now moveth,

"and one was man.

"Mud as man alone could speak.

"God leaned close to mud as man sat up,

looked around and spoke."

Whoo!

- Told you.
- Yay.

"Man blinked.

"'What is the purpose of all
this?' he asked politely.

"'Everything must have
a purpose?' asked God.

"'Certainly,' said man.

"'Then I leave it to you

"'to think of one for
all this,' said God.

And He went away."

Fucking love Vonnegut.

Why don't you go home for vacations?

Because I hate ghosts and
home is full of 'em.

I had a theory the creek
would get us down.

I just never thought how
it would get us back.

I have a question for you, Pudge.

I have an answer for you, Alaska.

What's your favorite line from Auden?

Retraction. I don't
have an answer for you.

Never heard of Auden,
much less read him.

Why'd you just assume he's a man?

And how have you never heard of him?

You poor, illiterate boy.

So, Auden is a man.

"You shall love your crooked neighbor

with your crooked heart."

That's my favorite.

It's pretty good.

Pretty good?

Sure, and bufriedos are pretty good,

and the sun is pretty hot,
and this canoe is pretty heavy.

God, Pudge, it says so much
about love and brokenness.

It's... it's perfect.
God, you're hopeless.

You wanna go porn hunting?

What?

You can't love your
neighbors until you know

how crooked their hearts are.

You don't like porn? Come on.

Found it.

Ooh. What do we have here?

Maui wowie!

Aren't you worried
we're gonna get caught?

Oh, no, Pudge. You're right.

Maybe they'll go to The Eagle

and tell him someone
stole their wine cooler.

Bingo!

Bitches of Madison County.

Hank is a cinephile,
so this will be delightful.

She is... vocal.

Oh, yeah, baby!

Think we should turn it down?

No, there's, like, one
teacher on campus,

and I highly doubt Madame O'Malley

is skulking around with
a glass to the wall.

They just don't make sex
look fun for women.

That girl is just an object.
I mean, look at that.

Oh, I am looking.

God, Pudge, never do it that hard.

Uh, no.

Pfft.

I would never.

That would just hurt,

and that is torture.

That is not a man and a woman.

That is a penis and a vagina.

You know, what's erotic about that?

Where's the kissing?

- Well...
- Harder, yeah.

I think in their current position,

they can't really kiss.

Well, that's exactly what I mean.

Just by how they're doing
it is objectification.

He can't even see her face.

This is what can happen to women, Pudge.

Please don't tell me this turns you on.

The answer's clear and not unimpressive.

It's okay, Pudge. I don't judge.

You have yet to unlearn

your patriarchal ways of seeing.

Yes!

I'm bored.

You finish taking care of business

and find me later.

Why haven't you called Jake back?

You heard about that?

I spoke to him, actually.

Well, you wouldn't understand.

It's complicated.

When you get older,
I'll tell you all about

the ups and downs of
an adult relationship.

He said that he called you 40 times,

and you still haven't called him back.

Is that what adults do?

Place is so nice.

Yeah.

Thanks for having us.

Your apple juice is ready.

Quite delightful, full
of the vitamins needed

to keep bodies, both
young and old, robust.

You didn't think I'd give you
any of the hard stuff, did you?

Maybe for a minute.

I always suspected you
were a secret badass.

So all this hospitality,

does that mean we're not in trouble?

It means you're fortunate

I'm the resident advisor
monitoring campus this weekend

and not Mr. Starnes.

He would not be so forgiving.

The Eagle's a jerk,

insecure and small-minded...

the classic combination
of a petty dictator.

Mr. Starnes is an admirable educator,

strapped with the thankless
task of protecting

200 self-involved teenagers.

You can blame Sylvia for interrupting

your indiscretions.

She needed to stretch her legs.

And that's how I stumbled
upon the two of you

imbibing whatever it
was you were drinking.

Definitely wasn't wine.

Couldn't agree more.

Tastes better after the second glass.

The damage to your palates
are punishment enough,

that and the fact that both of you

are spending Thanksgiving at school.

Why aren't you with your families?

For me, it's mostly catch-up on homework

like your essay question.

I really need to take
time with that one...

didn't want any distractions.

A foolproof plan, Mr. Halter.

And you, Ms. Young?

Thanksgiving at the Creek

is kind of my tradition.

Yours too it seems.

Yeah.

Got no place else to be, Dr. Hyde?

I'm old and a bachelor.

Don't have much family left.

No kids or grandkids...

or great-grandkids?

I have two brothers, but we
haven't spoken in decades.

Dysfunctional family.

Well, that's a topic I can cozy up to.

Never married, never wanted kids.

And now you're surrounded by 200 of us.

Kinda ironic.

But you must have been
in love before, right?

That's kind of personal,
don't you think?

It's the holidays.

We're sipping juice,

and Dr. Hyde is a nimble
conversationalist,

so he'll only answer if he wants to.

Yes, Ms. Young, I've
experienced love once.

That person's not around anymore.

They ceased being around many years ago.

It's him, isn't it?

The guy you were in love with.

That was him.

To love.

To love.

Ooh.

What'd those pie crusts do to you?

Nobody wants a cracked pie, Chip.

You can't eat a cracked pie.

Filling just falls out and
leaves you with crust,

cracked crust at that.

Don't think I don't know you sassing me

'cause you're not using your words.

I need some allspice, some
cinnamon, some nutmeg.

Thank you.

Hey, how are you?

Thank you.

Is that all?

You gonna tell me what's
wrong with you, Chip?

I'm talking to you, young man.

Give me a straight answer.

Have a nice day.

Come on.

What's wrong?

Everything just sucks, Ma.

Sara broke up with me because
I didn't wanna believe

Alaska was a rat.

Turns out, she is a rat,

and I'm pretty sure Pudge is
falling in love with her.

So I lost Sara, and I'm losing Pudge.

He's spending Thanksgiving
with her alone at school,

and I'm pretty sure I know
exactly how that's gonna go.

Wait, wait, wait. They're alone?

Yeah, and Alaska never goes
home for Thanksgiving,

and she convinced Pudge
to stay with her.

I hate 'em both. They
deserve each other.

Look, you don't hate anyone, Chip.

And what they deserve
is a home-cooked meal.

You spend six years in New York

after graduating from NYU,

contemplated Broadway,
but ultimately decided

that theater was too limited.

So you went to Berkeley to
try and save the world,

and that's where you meet him.

Was he a professor too or a student?

His name was Diego. He was a bartender.

A student of life, even better.

He knew everything about
wine and whiskey.

And how'd you meet?

Was it love at first sight?

Love at first sound.

I was leading a march.
It was a "no nukes" rally.

I was a bit of a firebrand
back in the day,

came with teaching political science.

He was in the audience,
liked what I said,

and sought me out after.

So you were teaching
politics at Berkeley.

When did you switch to religion?

When he died.

At the time, some people
coined it the plague.

The plague...

it ravaged a generation,
a whole generation.

I never thought I'd outlive him.

He was younger, so full of life.

Why would I?

One day he was opening
a bottle of Bordeaux

for our anniversary.

Then he began to lose
feeling in his fingers.

He couldn't hold a glass.

Then he couldn't hold my hand,

and six months later, he was gone.

"I poured my soul into
the dust by loving a man

who was soon to die as if
he would live forever."

St. Augustine from his Confessions.

That's beautiful.

And so was he.

Diego was pure gorgeousness.
You were no slouch either.

Our favorite thing to
do together was read.

Well, actually, I'd
read and he'd listen.

As much as he loved to read,

he loved listening to
my voice even more.

Ideas, Ms. Young...

ideas bonded us.

You should come with us tomorrow.

We're going to Miss Anne's Diner

for Thanksgiving feast,
involving a lot of tater tots.

If it sounds unhealthy and greasy,

it's just because it is.

Well, I appreciate the invitation,

but I'm quite all right alone.

Sylvia is more than enough company.

Well, thank you for the
juice and conversation.

I'm sorry about Diego.

Oh, don't be sorry.

I wouldn't give up any
of my time with him,

not even the suffering.

Go.

That poor man.

He put up a good face,
but I could see it.

See what?

His eternal sadness, suffering.

Maybe that's what it is.

The labyrinth.

What if it's suffering?

What if it... you know,
Bolívar wasn't talking about

life or death, but that part in between?

That part when you...
you love with all your heart

and then your heart breaks...

and you have to keep living alone.

"How will I ever get out of
this labyrinth" of suffering?

Alaska...

Are you suffering?

Aren't we all?

It's kind of the human condition.

I mean you, specifically.

Sure, I guess.

Everyone thinks I'm a rat.

no one is talking to me...

completely fucking alone.

You got me.

And Hyde just poured
his heart out to you.

And what about Jake

and all of his unreturned phone calls?

You're really worried about Jake.

- Aren't you?
- Jake will be just fine.

He didn't seem fine to me.

It's really fucking complicated.

Well, then explain it.
I wanna understand.

You can't, so there's
no point in trying.

I wanna know everything about you.

You say that now, but
if you knew the truth,

you'd be running away.

You asked me to come here with you

and ride canoes and go porn hunting,

and I did...

because I'm all in.

No matter what you tell me,

I would never walk away from you.

I need to go.

Wait, what?

Alaska!

Hi.

It's me.

Hey, uh...

I was just heading out to my aunt's.

Glad you finally called me back.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry
about dodging your calls.

I just...

I just didn't really
know how to tell you.

Tell me what?

That I think we should break up.

Yeah, kinda felt like that's
where we were heading.

I love you, Jake.

But I'm also kind of
using you as an excuse

for... for not dealing with things...

For not wanting to be alone.

Takumi says you're my rock.

Yeah, which I take as a compliment.

I mean, a rock is something
solid you stand on.

It supports you.

Or it keeps you stuck in one place,

'cause you're too afraid to leave it.

Also true.

I try to be one of the good rocks.

You are a great rock, Jake.

And I'm sure happiness is
waiting right on campus,

like, three doors down.

Wait, Alaska.

- Is this about...
- Good-bye.

I still love you, Jake

Hey.

These are for us.

We are sleeping outside.

Get comfortable, Pudge.

I broke up with Jake.

Wow.

Uh... really?

It's probably for the best, right?

Don't ruin it, Pudge.

I won't.

Colonel.

Shit. Looks like I got here too late.

What are you doing here?

I've been instructed to invite you

to Thanksgiving at Chateau Martin.

Miles, please inform Alaska
she is also invited.

Get your shit, and let's get going.

Dolores is waiting.

Hey, Dolores!

Welcome to our home.

It's not much, but y'all
gonna have a turkey

the size of the kitchen.

Stop right there, Chip.

You have guests.

That you invited.

We show hospitality at this house.

Don't mind him. He's
happy y'all are here.

You can get out now.

Chip will give you the tour, right, son?

I gotta deliver Ms.
Wigfield her pie filling.

This is the bedroom,

kitchenette, TV.

Toilet's in the back to the left.

That's the grand tour.

Now you get why I hate rich people.

Sorry if this makes y'all uncomfortable.

I know this must be foreign to y'all.

Not to me.

You don't live in a trailer, so...

Poor is poor.

I suppose.

But my mom paid

for every single thing in here herself.

In addition to serving fine cuisine

at Pancake Palace as a waitress,

she also runs a store off the porch,

just making sure the neighbors
got canned goods, batteries...

and toilet paper.

I trust you've seen the place.

They can see the whole place
from standing right here, Ma.

You two take and put
your stuff in my room.

I'm gonna take the sofa,
and Chip is gonna...

Wait, I gotta sleep in the store, Ma?

- Oh, no.
- I don't mind the store.

- That's not necessary.
- Nonsense.

He's not surprised. We always
make room for company.

Now, it's tradition around here

that nobody eats without working.

Everybody plays their part.

Oh, Miles, have you ever
fried a whole turkey?

Huh?

I'm doing the carving.

- Ah.
- Why, because you're a man?

Because I know how to carve a turkey.

Do you?

I made the mac and cheese.

And Chip and Miles set the table.

It looks lovely.

Normally, I would not allow the cooking

to be left to the women,

but better to have good sexist food

than crappy boy-prepared food.

Those pumpkin pies look
amazing, Ms. Martin.

Wrong household.

We eat sweet potato pie over here.

And it's Dolores.

I think you're supposed to
drink white with turkey,

but I don't suppose I give a shit.

And for you.

Come on, Ma, it's a holiday.

- Okay.
- Oh.

- Alaska.
- Thank you.

And Miles.

Thank you so much, Dolores.

You're welcome.

Let's say grace.

Father, you are mighty and strong...

Oh, man.

Hoo.

Oh, man.

Oh, that meal was nothing
short of art, Dolores.

Best Thanksgiving ever.

Please don't tell my
parents I said that.

Ma, you are way too good

for the Pancake Palace.

Unless you're gonna pay me to feed you,

I think I'm going into work Monday.

Hey, where you going?

We haven't said
gratitudes yet. Sit, sit.

It's good to say thanks out loud.

Just name something in particular

that makes you feel blessed today.

Really?

Uh, I can go first.

Thank you.

Um...

I'm thankful for this amazing food

and good company.

And I'm also thankful to have
a real home for Thanksgiving.

We're happy to have you.

Alaska, you're up.

I am...

thankful for just having
had the best Thanksgiving

in a decade.

I'm thankful that I am the
smartest person I know

from the trailer park to Culver Creek.

That dog won't hunt, Chip.

Nope.

The Weekday Warriors may be rich,

but I got brains and a mama
who will take me further

than they'll ever go.

You're the best thing on this planet,

even if you are forcing
me to sleep outside.

Shut up.

I love you, Ma.

What about you, Dolores?

Well, I am grateful for my home...

For steady work with decent people...

For getting the phone
turned back on last week,

and most importantly...

a boy who loves me... my son.

As it says in Psalm 95:

"Let us come into His
presence with thanksgiving...

"Let us make a joyful noise unto Him

"with songs of praise.

"For the Lord is a great God

and a great king above all gods."

Do you wanna dry these or
would that be anti-feminist?

In this context, I'll
say it's acceptable.

Do you know what time it is?

It is Martin mother-son dance time!

- Ma, not right now.
- Come on.

♪ And the sunlight hurts my eyes ♪

You got it. Look how nice that is.

♪ And something without warning, love ♪

♪ Bears heavy on my mind ♪

Okay!

♪ And I know it's gonna be ♪

That's good.

♪ A lovey day ♪

Dance with me, Pudge.

♪ Lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day, a lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day ♪

♪ When the day that lies ahead of me ♪

♪ Seems impossible to face ♪

♪ When someone else instead of me ♪

♪ Always seems to know the way ♪

♪ Then I look at you ♪

♪ And I know it's gonna be ♪

♪ A lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ A lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ A lovely day ♪

♪ When the day that lies ahead of me ♪

♪ Seems impossible to face ♪

♪ And when someone else instead of me ♪

♪ Always seems to know the way ♪

♪ Then I look at you ♪

♪ And I know it's gonna be ♪

♪ A lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day ♪

♪ Lovely day ♪

Do you know that Chip
built this whole store

for me on his own?

It was supposed to be
a father-son project,

but that didn't quite work out.

- Hmm.
- Chip has a lot of his dad's ways, I know.

His temper, stubbornness...

with one difference.

He has a big heart, always has.

I know things aren't right with you two,

but he'll come around.

I think things are better
already, thanks to you.

You don't worry about Chip.

You need to focus on that Miles.

He sees you.

Girl, he likes what he sees.

And look, you just give Chip

a piece of that sweet potato pie...

usually does the trick.

Let's get this stuff done.

I know we just ate,
but Dolores insisted.

I'm stuffed.

Maybe The Colonel wants mine.

Hey!

If... if you want, I can
sleep in the store tonight.

He's not as mad at me and...
and you can have the bed.

It's not necessary, Pudge.

The Colonel and I will be just fine.

I'll be back.

She wants to sleep in the same bed...

together.

Be cool, Miles.

Small trailer, son.

Got it.

I think Pudge prefers pumpkin.

This ends tonight.

What, our fight?

Détente.

When we pull up to
Culver Creek tomorrow,

things go back to the way they were.

You're still a rat.

I know I broke our code, but...

Honor is everything, Alaska.

And people like us,

we gotta have each other's backs.

I have your back, Colonel.

Do you?

Or would you sell me out too
just to save your own ass?

I would never do that to you.

Is that so?

You know me, Colonel.

We have a bond in family fucked-upness.

- We're the same.
- We are not the same.

'Cause I would never do what you did.

You have to understand,
I didn't have a choice.

Paul and Marya, they have each other.

They have their family.
They have their money.

They're fine. They're fucking fine.

I had to do it!

We can't be friends, Alaska.

And if you give two shits about Pudge,

you'll cut him loose too,

because his life will be a
living hell at that school

if you're in it.

You wanna make things better?

Leave him alone, and leave me alone.

Start there.

Hey.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, Pudge.

Never better.

I didn't say it earlier,

but the thing that I'm
most grateful for...

is you.

The fuck, Pudge?

Ow.

Fuck.

- Why did you do that?
- What do you mean?

You said you wanted to sleep here...

together...

and maybe I misread the situation,

but... I just want to
make you feel better.

You thought fucking me
would make me feel better?

You sleep with me and
everything is perfect,

- is that what you think?
- No.

It's just you broke up
with Jake yesterday,

and then tonight,

I just felt like maybe
things were different.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I told you not to ruin it.

I'm sleeping outside.

Can you stop the car, Ma?

Here?

Alaska needs to get out.

Can't be seen with her on campus.

I am not putting that child out.

It's fine. I'm okay.

- I... I'll come too.
- No.

Thanks for everything, Dolores.

This has gone too far over
some silly rat business.

Serious business, Ma.

No offense, it ain't yours.

Chip, I did not raise you

to put some juvenile honor code

over treating people right.

Jesus never gave up on a
soul and neither should you.

The possibility of forgiveness

is what makes hope available
to anyone at any time.

Yeah, well, every time you forgave Dad,

he left a bruise to prove
why you shouldn't have.

I'm not driving any further.

Get out.

Alaska walks, you walk.

I think that means I should walk.

Thank you so much for
everything, Dolores.

You listen to me.

I gave you all of me.

And your dad, he gave
you what he had left.

And this isn't me making
any excuses for him.

I know what he is.

That's why he's not around anymore.

You got some ugly in
you. That's for sure.

But unlike your daddy,
you got space for more.

I know you care about people in need...

That girl right there,

she needs you right now.

She's lonelier than you think.

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