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- Claire.

- I just wish you wouldn't leave.

- I don't want to be here anymore.

I can't stand the constant reminders

of walking in you

in our bed!

- Come on, Claire, don't go!

- I have to.

I'm just done here.

I want to go home.

- Don't you think it's a little abrupt?

- No, I really don't.

This is not the place for me anymore,

especially not now.

- I think you're being irrational,

and trust me, I know it's hard.

I've been there.

When Steve and I broke up

I lost, like, 20 pounds.

You're first big break up is always the hardest.

You can't even think straight.

I can't believe Eric.

What an asshole!

Do you think he was doing it for a long time?

- Yeah, I do.

The girl works with him.

The thought makes me want to throw up.

I can't get the image out of my head.

- I'm so sorry, Claire.

I know this must be hard for you.

I just don't think leaving is the answer.

- Well, I'm sorry you don't like my decision.

- Come on! Don't get all defensive.

- It's for the best.

- I just worry you're not really dealing with this,

that you're just holding everything

inside and running away.

- Why does everyone think I'm running?

Because maybe you are.

- What am I running from?

- The situation! A really bad situation.

- I just feel lost.

I'm going to miss you.

- Maybe you should try and consider this as a vacation.

Consider coming back

once you've had time to regroup

and the wound's not so fresh.

- I will.

- So how long will it take to get to Chicago?

- About three days.

I'm not going to push myself.

- It's going to be OK.

- I'm trying to believe that.

- Nebraska smells like poo.

- All of it?

- I don't know, but a good portion.

Don't roll your windows down.

- OK.

Thanks, good tip.

- Glad to help.

OK. So, do you have your camera?

- Check!

- Phone?

- Check!

- GPS?

- What do you think?

- Fair enough.

Maps?

- Check.

- All right.

Well, call me if you need anything,

or if you get bored.

I'll be at home

watching Real Housewives Bravo marathon.

- Thanks, Shannon. Love you!

- You, too.

- OK. I'm off.

- Hey, Mom.

Yeah. I'm, like, three hours in.

It's fine.

No. No traffic.

I'm not great.

I can't think straight.

I just feel like

my whole world is crumbling down all around me.

I know it'll be OK.

It's just hard to see that right now.

Love you, too.

I can't wait to see you guys.

OK, bye.

- Got any toilet paper?

- Hold on a minute!

- Got any toilet paper?

- God! Help yourself!

- Oh, fuck.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No!

God fucking dammit!

Ugh! I cannot believe this!

- Did you see a cell phone in here?

- Huh?

- Did you see a cell phone in the bathroom stall?

- What phone?

- Do you have my phone?

- I don't have no fucking phone!

- Fine! Enjoy!

- Would you just get off my ass?

No, no, no!

Why is this happening?

Come on, come on, come on.

Why is this happening to me?

Come on!

Please!

Come on!

Oh, God, I still have to pee.

I have reached a new low.

Hey! Stop! Please!

Please stop!

Thanks a lot!

Please, please.

- You having car trouble?

- Yeah. I don't know what happened.

It made some crazy noises and then it just stalled.

- Well, I don't know anything about cars

but I can give you a ride

to the mechanic here in town.

- Oh.

- You want a ride or not?

- Yeah. I do. I'm just, you know,

I'm nervous about getting in a car with a stranger.

- Well, I guess you've

got to take that chance, don't you?

Or wait for somebody else to come around.

- I know. I appreciate your help.

I mean no disrespect.

- None taken.

- Yeah, I need to get my car fixed, so...

- You want to see my driver's license?

- No, that's not necessary.

- OK, then.

The mechanic can probably

bring his truck and tow your car later.

- Are you sure?

- I don't think he'll be able to fix it today,

but we've got a motel in town you can stay in.

- I hate to leave my car with all my... - What's that?

- Nothing.

- All right.

Well, we don't want you standing

out here in the dark all by yourself, now do we?

- Yeah. OK.

- I'm Gus, by the way.

- I'm Claire. Nice to meet you, Gus.

- Nuts?

Salted cashews, good stuff.

- No, thanks.

- Suit yourself.

- So where you coming in from?

- L.A.

- Oh. L.A. I figured you was from somewhere.

I know almost everybody around here,

you know, it's a factory town.

- Ah.

- You in the movie business?

- I was trying to make it as an actress.

- Actress? Look at you!

You been in anything I've seen?

- No. I didn't get that far.

I did a lot of theater.

- I saw a play once.

Fell asleep, though.

- Yeah, they can be pretty boring sometimes.

- I hope this place is still open.

They usually close around seven,

but if not I can call Eddie on his cell

and maybe drop you off at the hotel,

get it fixed in the morning.

- What time is it?

It's about 7:30.

Well, here we are.

Eddie?

Eddie?

- Hi, Gus.

- Hi!

Hi! My car broke down back by the highway.

Can you help me?

- What's wrong with it?

- I don't know. I don't know anything about cars.

- I'm going to take off.

My wife will kill me if I'm late.

She's making beef and cheese squares,

my favorite.

- Thanks!

So, you're Eddie?

- How'd you know that?

- Gus said that was your name.

- Oh, yeah. I'm Eddie.

So where's your car?

- It's on Baker Street, back by the highway off-ramp.

- I'm going to have to get the tow truck to get it.

It's going to be 100 dollars,

that's before anything else I do.

- OK. I understand.

- Do you want to wait here while I get it?

- OK. Alone?

- You can wait inside of the office.

- OK.

- It's down this way.

I'm going to go get the tow truck and get your car.

I'll be back in half an hour.

- OK.

- Just have a seat.

- OK.

Seriously?

Ugh!

- I got your car.

- OK. Great.

- You need a new timing belt.

- What does that mean?

- I need to get a part,

but I can't get it until tomorrow.

- Oh. Really?

- Yeah, you'll have to stay overnight.

I'll get started on it first thing tomorrow.

- How much is this going to cost?

- Not sure. Probably around 600 dollars.

- 600 dollars! Are you serious?

- That's what it costs, parts and labor.

Eddie, I...

have had the worst day of my entire life.

I don't have that much money.

I'm in the midst of driving across country.

Is there anything that you can do in terms of cost?

It literally is going to take everything that I have.

- I don't normally do that.

I have to make a living.

If I do that for you, I have to do it for everyone.

- I'm not from around here.

Who am I going to tell?

Please, Eddie, please.

My boyfriend just broke up with me

and I don't think I can take any more

horrible things happening to me.

Please, Eddie. I am begging you.

- OK. OK, I won't charge you for labor.

That will cut it to just under 300 dollars.

That's the best I can do.

I hope you know I'm doing you a really big favor.

- Thank you!

- I won't charge you for the tow, either, OK?

- What now? Where do I go?

- I can drop you off in town on my way home.

I'll get started first thing tomorrow.

- OK, that's great! I'm starving.

And thank you. Really, I mean it.

Thank you. You're saving my life.

- Thanks for the ride.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Hello?

- Huh?

- What will you have?

- I definitely need a large glass of wine.

- Red or white?

- I don't suppose you have a Syrah, do you?

Red.

- Great.

- You know what?

On second thought, I'll have something else.

- Like what?

- How about something with vodka in it.

Surprise me.

Thanks.

Do you have food here?

- We've got sandwiches and fries.

Will that do?

- Yeah, that would be amazing, I'm so famished.

- What kind of sandwich?

- What do you have?

- There's ham, turkey, roast beef.

- Ham sounds good. Ham and cheese?

This drink is good.

Is there someplace around here

that I can stay for the night?

People keep mentioning this one motel.

- Yeah. There's a motel down the way.

Roadside Inn.

- Is it, you know, OK?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, is it clean?

Never mind.

- Why wouldn't it be clean?

- You know, just checking. OCD.

Do you know if there's a pay phone around here?

- Outside.

- OK, great.

I don't even know

how much a pay phone costs these days.

Thanks!

Can I get a water, too?

Thank you.

Can I get another one of these things you made?

- Sure.

- You know, you really look like someone I know.

Like, a lot.

- Jack?

- Yeah.

- What are you drinking?

- I don't know. Something he made.

It's pretty good, though.

- You mean James?

- Yeah, I guess. Is that his name?

- Do you like him?

- I don't know what you mean.

- He's about your age.

He's nice-looking.

Do you like him?

- I just came here to get something to eat

and to relax after a very, very long day,

and a really, really horrible week.

- Another?

- Where are you from?

- Los Angeles.

Well, it was Los Angeles.

- Hollywood, huh?

- Yeah. Moving back to Chicago, though.

- How come?

- My boyfriend and I broke up.

- Oh, right.

Why?

- I would rather not talk about it.

The bartender looks just like him, my ex.

That's really fun for me right now.

I'm just having a really hard time.

I feel like I'm having a break down.

- Your boyfriend, he broke up with you?

- Yeah.

- He sounds dumb.

- Thanks.

- Was he rich?

- Who, Eric?

- The boyfriend.

- God, no.

He could barely hold a steady job.

I was paying for most of our apartment.

- Why'd you stay with him, then?

- I loved him.

We moved to L.A. together.

We'd been together a long time.

Do you have a girlfriend,

or are you married, or whatever?

- No.

- Oh.

- Women are a lot of work.

- So, how long have you been a mechanic?

- 15 years, since I was a kid.

- Wow! That's a long time.

- Yup.

- Do you own that place?

- It was my dad's. He was a mechanic.

- Oh.

- He left it to me when he died.

- Oh. Sorry.

- No, it's OK. He was an asshole, anyway.

He taught me there were a lot

of other uses for car parts,

mostly involving my face.

- I can do what I want now, though.

I like working on old cars, classics especially.

Restoring them to their original beauty.

- Sounds cool.

- Yeah. People nowadays are so self-absorbed.

They don't see what's underneath.

They don't want to do the work.

I can't imagine buying a new Toyota,

big hunk of plastic.

- I drive a Honda.

- Yeah, I know. It's in my shop.

- Oh, yeah, right.

Oh, you know what?

I need to use the pay phone.

When was the last time I used a pay phone?

Geez.

- Hey, Mom.

I guess you're sleeping, it must be pretty late there.

What a day I have had!

I lost my phone, so that was fun,

and then this crazy homeless lady tried to attack me,

then my car died.

I'm thinking the Universe

is trying to tell me something.

I'm in, uh, I have no idea.

I don't remember.

I'm about five hours from L.A.

So, yeah, my car broke down.

It's at the mechanic's and it will get fixed tomorrow,

so now I just need to find a place to stay the night,

some roadside inn, I guess.

I hope the motel's not too disgusting.

Anyway, love you.

I'll try to find a cell phone store tomorrow

so I can buy a new phone, but...

You know, if you call me don't worry!

I'm just back in 1995.

OK. Bye.

I cannot believe for the life of me

that you could do this to me!

I have done so much for you in the past three years!

I have paid your rent for months,

and this is how you repay me?

You cheat on me over and over?

How could you do this?

Like I am nothing!

What is wrong with you?

You are so selfish!

I hate you!

You have ruined my life!

I hate you, you make me sick!

- The sandwich is surprisingly good, right?

I mean, for a ham sandwich,

I thought it was good.

I should probably get going.

I seem to keep putting my foot in my mouth.

- Yeah, that's good.

- Oh, I'm so tired.

Can I walk to the motel or do I need to get a ride?

- James will call you a cab.

It's pretty far.

The cab will cost you a couple of bucks.

- OK. Great.

What time should I come get my car tomorrow?

- I'll let you know.

- Oh. You'll have to call me at the motel

because I don't have a cell phone.

- OK.

- Thank you. You know, for your help.

I'm really so grateful.

Can I buy you another drink?

- No, thanks.

- Woah.

Well, I'll just...

I'll just wait...

to hear from you at the motel.

No rush.

I'll just...

I'll wait.

I'll wait until I hear from you to continue

on my journey.

These drinks must be really strong.

Can I get my check?

- Claire?

Why don't you come back now, Claire?

Where are you going to go, huh?

Claire?

Where are you?

Honey,

you have no car!

Claire! Now remember,

I know you don't have a phone!

Oh, Claire?

My darling, where are you?

You have no car, don't forget that!

Claire?

Oh, Claire, don't be scared.

I just want to help you.

Are you done playing now?

- Would you like to go back to your chair?

Go!

Sit down!

- Thank you.

You know,

I've had a lot of girls in this room.

A lot of girls.

I think you're my favorite,

but we'll see.

I haven't even started with you, yet.

Nice job with the rope, by the way.

That was a Boy Scout knot, a sheetbend.

Not easy to break out of, I might add.

Can you believe I was a Boy Scout?

A Tenderfoot.

Never even made it to second class.

Oh, well.

Nobody's perfect.

Now, before I get started with you,

I wanted to ask you more about why

you are, or were, driving all the way across country.

Claire?

Fine.

- Oh, no! Stop it!

Stop it, please! No! No!

- I asked you why you were driving across country.

- Because my boyfriend left me for someone else

and I wasn't making it as an actress

and I was sick of living in L.A.! Satisfied?

- So, you were running away. Is that it?

- I was not running away!

- Well, it sure sounds like you were.

Your boyfriend,

who did he leave you for?

Was it someone younger?

Someone prettier?

Claire, you know the penalty

for not answering my questions.

- I don't know.

She was younger.

Yes, she was pretty.

- Claire,

I think you're very beautiful.

Hey. I think your boyfriend was stupid.

Had you been together long?

- Why are you doing this?

- Answer the question!

- Three years!

- Three years. That's a long time.

Was he cheating on you?

- Yes.

- Awww.

Poor little Claire,

running away from her problems.

Now, I'm going to untie you,

but remember, I have a gun.

I don't want to use it,

but I will if you make me.

- Oh, I wasn't going to let you go.

I was just going to give you a little therapy.

Take this knife.

Go on,

take it.

Now, I want you to pretend your thigh there

is your ex-boyfriend.

What was his name?

Claire?

What was your ex-boyfriend's name?

The cheater?

What was his name?

- Eric.

- Eric, right, OK, Eric!

Now, I want you to stab your leg as hard as you can.

Pretend it's Eric.

Now, if I feel you're not doing this with the passion

and force necessary for this little exercise to work, well

then, I'm going to shoot you in your leg.

So, it's your choice.

One leg, or two?

Trust me, it will be a lot easier this way.

Oh, no no no no no no no.

Right there, Claire. Your leg.

I'm going to count to three.

And I want you to visualize Eric's face.

Trust me, it'll make it a lot easier.

Oh! Visualize them fucking!

You're going to have to get up in the air

with that knife in order to get any good penetration.

Do it! Pretend it's that asshole's face!

One!

Two!

Three!

- Good! Great!

How did that feel?

Don't you feel better?

- What did you do that for?

Now I have to stop the bleeding.

- That wasn't very smart.

You know, I don't know how clean that knife was.

We should probably put something on this

to make sure it doesn't get infected.

- You have very nice legs, Claire.

- Shhh. It's OK, it's OK.

It's to clean the wound.

I think you're very brave.

Looks like your jeans had a stain.

You know, you wear a lot of makeup.

Do you do that for men?

To get attention?

To get your way?

Is that why you flirted with me?

To get your car fixed for cheaper?

Did you flirt with me

to get your car fixed for cheaper?

Answer me, Claire!

- I didn't flirt!

- Oh, I think you did.

And it worked.

You wear your fancy makeup,

your long, styled hair,

your painted up nails.

You do that for men, not you, don't you?

- No.

- I don't believe you.

- I don't!

- You flirted with me!

- I didn't flirt! I was being nice.

You helped me!

- No, I'll help you!

You need someone to help you!

It's written all over your face!

Your boyfriend, he stopped giving you attention.

I'll give you attention.

I will give you lots of attention!

Wipe off all your makeup! - What?

Wipe it off!

I want to see what you look like

when you're not all painted up!

More. I can still see your eye makeup.

You look like a damn raccoon.

More!

- There.

That's better.

Look at how much better you look.

Quite an improvement, if you ask me.

I like seeing the real you.

Now what?

I think we cut off that pretty hair of yours.

What do you think?

I think it will look so much better.

I mean, you can't hide behind your long hair forever.

- Please, just let me go.

- This is the bargaining phase. Go on.

- Please! I won't tell anyone.

Please, just let me go.

- Let you go?

Why?

We are having so much fun!

- Please, I just want to go home.

- But I haven't finished helping you yet.

- You've helped me. Please!

- Yep. Definitely the bargaining phase.

Happens all the time when I try to help people.

- Please!

- Where was I?

Oh! Right!

Time for your new look.

- You know, you do have very pretty hair.

But your hair shouldn't define you.

Well, well, well...

I think this new look suits you!

Would you like to see?

Let me get you a mirror.

Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear.

Bad joke. I had to.

Honestly, I think it looks great.

You're very pretty, even without all that stuff.

No thoughts on the new haircut?

That's all I get?

- I don't care.

- You don't care that you have short hair?

Now we're getting somewhere!

- I don't care!

- This much be the fearless stage.

- Fuck you!

- Yep! Definitely the fearless stage.

You think the end is imminent,

so you don't care anymore!

You think you have nothing to lose!

- Go to Hell, you fucking psycho!

- You do have something to lose, Claire!

I would watch yourself!

- You make me sick.

- Ah. Well, I guess we aren't friends anymore.

- Doubt you have any friends!

- Oooo, that was a good one, Claire!

I'm all torn up inside!

You're right.

I am a bit of a loner.

It's true.

But this is my sanctuary,

where I feel most comfortable,

where I'm the boss!

So where was I?

That's right.

Your nails.

Sorry to have to tell you this, Claire,

but this next experience might not be

as pleasurable as your last two.

I will use this.

I've done it before.

I was hoping with you I wouldn't have to.

I like you.

You're different than the rest.

- Why are you tying up my feet?

- You see, Claire,

I don't have nail polish remover.

I mean, look at me.

Why would I?

The closest thing I could think of

is acid.

It sure takes the paint off cars.

I figured it would probably do the job

on your fingers and toes-ies.

No! Please, no!

- I see you've left the fearless stage.

That's good.

I would rather work with you than against you.

- Please, Eddie, please!

Don't do this!

- Don't you dare think

about flirting with me unless you mean it!

Now, take a deep breath.

This might sting a little.

- Almost there, almost there.

- The good news is,

is the polish came off,

I knew it would!

The bad news is that your nails came off with it.

- We do what we can with what he have, I guess.

- Eddie, can we please talk for a minute.

I think that you have made

some very good points today about me

and the way I am.

- You really think I'm going to fall for that?

- I'm serious.

I have been living a lie, putting on an act,

living for a man, not focusing on myself.

- I don't believe you.

- I have been hiding behind a mask,

not showing my true self.

I have been running from my problems

and my feelings.

You have helped me to see that now.

- I have?

- Yes.

- I think you just don't

want me to take the nail polish off your feet!

- Did I say anything about the haircut?

Did I make a sound?

- Not at first.

- I was warming up to this new way of thinking.

- Prove it.

- Untie me.

I was living a lie.

- This is a trick.

- Did that feel like a trick?

- No.

- I have to say, though,

I'm starving.

Can we go somewhere?

- Starving? Really?

- Yeah.

- It's so late.

- I know.

- Be quiet! Don't you make a sound.

Go right over there, I don't trust you yet.

Hey, Gus.

What are you doing?

Do you know what time it is?

- Sorry to bother you, Eddie, but...

What are you, sleeping in here?

- Yeah, I was working on a car and it got late.

I have a cot out here for sometimes when it gets late.

- Oh, yeah, of course.

Well, reason I stopped by is

that girl I brought over here earlier.

I called the hotel because I figured

she would be staying overnight and all.

I just wanted to check and see if she's all right.

- Yeah, I haven't seen her since earlier.

- Yeah, see, I called the hotel

and they said she never checked in,

so, you know, I've got a young daughter myself,

so I got a little worried.

Just wanted to see if she's all right.

- Yeah, I don't know what to tell you.

- I see her car's still here

so she's got to be in town somewhere, right?

- Maybe she met someone at the bar tonight.

- Maybe. She doesn't seem

like that kind of girl to me.

- Well, Gus, you never know

what kind of girl someone is.

- Can I come in?

- I'd really like to go back to sleep.

I was up pretty late.

- Is that her purse over there?

Claire!

- Goddammit!

Gus, get back here!

- Claire!

- Gus, help me!

Get me out of here!

Eddie, don't do this.

- Why did you come here?

- What the hell's wrong with you?

You ain't right in the head, man.

We've got to get you some help.

- I don't need help.

Everyone else needs help.

- No!

Why did you kill him?

- I had to!

I'm not going to jail!

No more jails!

- You didn't have to kill him!

- Why did you yell?

You made me kill him!

It's your fault.

- I just want to go home!

- Oh, Claire.

Ow! Why?

- Why? Are you fucking crazy?

- I'm not crazy! I saw something in you.

I wanted to make you stronger.

- By holding me hostage?

- By stripping you of your mask

and making you feel pain you needed to feel.

- You are crazy!

- Am I?

Look at how much stronger you are.

I did that for you.