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Ditch. Honey?

Who was that astronaut who flew to the moon a few times,

then he came home and he slipped in the shower and died?

You know, he flew all the way. He didn't die.

Hmm.

Well, you might, if you're not more careful.

I just lost my balance.

Where are my... They're in a plastic bag in the closet.

Why do you do that?

Uh, because they stink... of the dump.

Why don't you go get yourself a new pair of jeans?

You can think about community college again.

You're good with your hands...

Excuse me. I'm off work now.

Ditch, go upstairs and tell him we're ready.

You're not gonna take that awful jacket, are you?

Hey, can't even read these fuckin' labels anymore, man.

"Sing, Sing, Sing."

Oh, yeah. Krupa.

Yeah. My dad gave you this one.

Yeah, your dad gave me that before you were even born, man.

I love that record. Mom hates it.

She hates anything to do with him.Yeah.

All the troubles in the whole world...

were not caused by the fact that Kenny drank too much.

For Christ's sake, you know, baby.

Watch out, boy. The shit's gonna hit the fan, man.

Guaranteed. Guaranteed.

Okay, that's enough about Kenny.

Can you please stop making that racket?

Barbara, it's in the kid's blood.

Okay, I said please stop.

Ooh, "Because of your melodic nature,

the moonlight never misses an appointment."

I think that probably sounds better in Mandarin.

What does yours say? Here.

Oh! Mm-hmm.

Let me see...

Ooh.

Oh! "The possibility of a career change looms."

I could use that one. Can we switch?

That's cool with me. Anything sudden at my age could be fatal.

Hey, Ditch.

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

I don't think that's actually Chinese.

Ditch. Ditch, honey, help.

Help him on the stairs, please.

Come on.

Whoo!

Excuse me?

Would you have the time?

I'm sorry, I don't have a watch.

Frisbee!

What's up, Ditch?

Had a chat with a student at the university today.

A girl.

Oh, yeah? What about?

About time... and such.

Hmm, sounds very... philosophical.

- Returns for the week? - 875.

Listen up, Suzie girl,

I need to speak to somebody about a discrepancy on my paycheck.

Talk to the computer, Franklyn.

Ditch.

White man, wanker.

Suzie girl need your undivided attention.

Returns for the week?

857.

You gonna pick me up tonight?

Yeah, I guess so.

I mean, if you don't want to.

No, I do.

I only have the van out front.

You got a hot date tonight?

You smell like a two-bit whore, man.

Uh, she works at the depot.

She asked me to take her. I don't know.

What's it like with the girls, man?

Well, it's like... the same.

You okay? Yeah, I'm okay.

Don't worry about me. You better worry about the girl.

Want some?

Party Central.

Hey, Suze, want a toke?

Um, where are we going?

Klones.

Klones. I live near Klones.

It's in my 'hood.

Thanks, guys! Be right back.

Hey, you stupid fuck!

Hey. Ditch.

Hey, have I seen you around?

It's snowing.

All I did was give him the old flickeroo.

Hey. Lookit, I can... I can catch them.

Hey, let's go.

Uh, I...

Ah!

Where are we?

Seriously, you have a license, right? Or something?

Nope.

'Cause they caught me.

D.U.I.

- When? - When I was 13.

You can pull over. I can drive. I'm good, you know.

Uh-uh. I know a drunk when I see one.

And you're drunk.

Well, t...

Why don't you and I go on a little drive?

We... We were right by the house.

Why are we on my street?

Just...

You can stop.

Sorry.

You live near here?

Do you got a name?

Debs.

Debs.

Yeah. Debs.

Hey, Debs!

You can hang onto that jacket if you want.

I'm not drunk, if that's what you think.

Who was that girl?

Girl?

Where's your good jacket?

You hate that jacket.

Go. Go check that out.

Go!

You okay?

Is everything okay, Ditch?

Ditch!

Mom? Mom. Mom. Ditch?

Help!

Mom? Help!

Christ.

Roddy, are you okay?

Call 911!

Roddy.

Push "Analyze."

Stand clear.

Analyzing now.

Stand clear.

Shock at rise.

Push to shock.

Push to shock.

Push to shock.

Ditch, honey.

That light switch needs to be fixed.

And I don't know, you might as well...

take all the records and stuff to the dump.

No.

They're mine.

Knudsten said I could have them.Oh.

And the drums too.

Nobody's going to rent this place with a ratty old drum kit in it.

Ditch. Ditch, listen to this...

"Because of your melodic nature,

the moonlight never misses an appointment."

Yeah?

I wonder what that means.

Oh, shit.

Careful, my friend. Careful.

Hey.

Hey! Ow!

Hi.

Technically, you're supposed to shut the power off first.

What's with the drums?

They were Knudsten's.

But he gave them to me.

Knudsten? Uh-huh.

Yeah, Mr. Knudsten. He lived here.

He was a drum teacher.

He taught my father.

Did he die?

My mother's... gone.

I saw the sign out front.

This place is stupid.

I'm just here until I figure out what I want to do.

Like what? I don't know.

Get a job. Be a model, maybe.

You could be a model. Definitely.

I was gonna go to school for music, percussion and stuff, but my mom...

What do you mean, go to school for music?

I thought music was just... music.

Um, so I'm just gonna give you a couple of months worth,

so I don't even have to think about it.

Uh, I'm...

Do you need help with your stuff?

What stuff?

Do you wanna give this to Ditch?

Thanks.

Ditch.

Ditch, come out here.

What did you say? Come out here, please!

Oh! Yeah?

This is yours? Uh, yeah.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I got it from thatgirl.

Upstairs?

Yeah, uh...

I rented her the flat. She's moving in.

You rented it... to her?

Yeah. Isn't that what we wanted? Well, she's a child.

She paid for two months.

With cash?

Yeah. Just like Knudsten used to.

Ditch, who is she?

I don't know, some girl. Debs something.

Debs something!

You can't just... Oh, my God.

This is my house. This is my fucking house!

Don't you understand that?

Why can't you trust me? Just once.

She's nice.

I'm gonna ride with you. Okay?

Cool.Cool.

You know what I'm thinking?

You've never done it.

Done what?

I can tell just looking at you.

Oh, that.

Only maybe with yourself, like, a billion times.

Do you want to go out tonight?

Yeah. I mean, sure.

Good.

Uh...

Yeah, just stop right over here.

7:00. Okay?

And let's go somewhere... special.

Fuck... me dead.

Frisbee!

Hey, I brought this for you.

It used to be my mom's.

Anyways, it's warm.

If you want to get that, you can...

Hey. No flowers?

No, but... I made this for you.

It's got all my favorites.

- What am I supposed to do with this? - Listen to it?

Hmm. Nothing.

Come on, let's go.

Me and Debs are just going out for a while.

Sorry the van's such a mess.

I never really notice until someone gets in.

It's not mine anyway. It belongs to work.

Come on.

Come on. You'll get used to the smell.

What the hell is this?

You said you wanted to go someplace special.

Look at this place. It's awesome.

Anyway, I do some of my best thinking... right here.

Like...

Like for instance,

I think about a dream I always have...

About how my dad used to throw me up in the air...

I mean, really just throw me.

Anyway, dads are more important than people think.

Yeah.

Well, I won't be seeing my dad anytime soon.

We had a major blowout.

- What about? - Fuck off.

I found this in my mom's room.

Put these on.

They used to be... Your dad's?

Now you got the full effect.

You know what you are, Ditch?

You are a loser.

But... so am I.

Couple of losers?

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

Did I say you could do that?

Don't ever just fucking do that, okay?

For fuck's sakes, get me out of here.

Hey, I'm sorry, Debs.

I'm...

Actually,

your dump is pretty cool.

Stupid bitch.

Debs? Hello?

Um, look, I'm-I'm...

I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to vacate this place.

Ditch shouldn't... He should never...

have let you...

Yeah, I think you kind of bowled him over a little bit. You know?

I mean, he's... he's just a...

I'm sorry, we don't, uh... My God, you are so young.

And we don't know anything about you.

Who you are, where you're from, or...

What's on my computer?

Look, you know what? I don't know who you think you are,

but you don't just come in here and disrupt everybody's life.

You know what? You want me to go?

I'm gone.

And you can tell Ditch what happened.

Good.

See your philosophy student today?

No. Got a girlfriend now.

- Bill. - Yeah?

Ditch has got himself a girlfriend.

An actual girlfriend? You sure?

Yeah. Pretty sure.

Hey, Debs.

Debs?

Mom? Hey, Mom.

Please.

927.

Hey, lover boy.

Been here all afternoon.

How did you... It was written on your van.

Oh.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

Way to go, Ditch!

Do you...

wanna see some pictures of me?

Um, yeah.

I took this one.

It was my mom and my dad back in our happy times.

She's probably nothin' but bones now.

I don't have any pictures of my father.

My mom threw them all out.

He's a drummer out West.

Is this okay?

It's okay.

It's okay.

No.

Ditch.

Honey, do you think we could go and talk for a bit?

I was about Debs's age when I met your father.

I was working in this seedy bar in Fullerton,

back in California.

His band used to come in there and play at night sometimes.

And, uh, one night he said to me,

"Hey, hey.

Do you want to go camping?"

Yes.

"In the mountains?

Tomorrow, maybe?"

I don't know.

I just said, "Yes!"

So we got some camping gear and...

He was...

He was so beautiful.

You never heard from him?

All this time, he never came back,

you never heard from him?

No, he was a piece of work.

Ditch, he just took off.

He left me burdened with...

debt.

He sent a postcard once with his address scribbled on it.

'Cause I always dream of him tossing me up into the air. Think I threw it out.

Did he used to do that?

I see someone tossing me up in the air,

and when I come back down,

he's not there.

Sweetheart, that wasn't your father.

That was Knudsten.

You should have kept that postcard.

Please.

You don't want to make the same mistakes that I did.

Mom, I'm going to move upstairs.

What the fuck are you doing?

I was just...

You can't look at someone's computer like that.

A computer is private, like your brain.

How would you like it if someone was just...

Was looking into your brain?

Like... if your fucking mom was looking into your brain.

I'm sorry.

It was just open. I didn't know...

For fuck's sake, Ditch.

These are my photos. They're my private photos.

You know what?

I just need you to get out of here.

Debs.

I need you to go.

I said get out!

Please, just leave me alone.

It's okay.

It's okay, Debs.

Okay.

I don't know if this is such a good idea.

I think we should maybe have it done professionally.

Just do it.

I... I can't.Just do it!

Do you love me?

Fuck! Fuck! Ow!

Ow!

Ditch?

Ditch!

Yes? Yeah, sorry. I'm almost there.

Suzie called from work.

If you don't show up today, you're going to be fired.

And they'll want the van back.

What day is it?

Stop.

Stop, please.

I think your little friend needs to go back to where she came from.

She needs help, Ditch.

Look, honey, you are...

You're welcome to come home or whatever.

But I need her out of there by tomorrow.

Shit.

Shit!

Frisbee!

Here, boy.

Frisbee?

Hello?

Who are you?

I'm Ditch. Who's this?

Debs's father.

Her father?

Is Debs okay?

Um, yes, sir, she's okay.

I... I'm sort of taking care of her now.

Where are you?

I'm at the dump.

Can I trust you with a secret... Ditch?

A big secret.

Yes, you can, sir.

Ditch...

You weren't here when I woke up.

Yeah, I was just, you know...

Fucking off.

I was also thinking about how we could make our lives better.

First thing I thought of was...

maybe we should just get out of here.

This might hurt a little bit.

Why?

Because the vodka.

No. I mean, why should we get out of here?

For one, because my mother is really upset.

Thinking maybe we could go to California.

We could take the van.

I've got some money saved up.

The second thing I thought was...

no more drinking...

and no more of those.

Ditch?

Honey?

Ditch.

Okay.

We should go.

Tonight.

Mom?

That was just plain rude not answering me, Ditch.

It was rude and hurtful.

We're leaving. Me and Debs.

Leaving.

And where are you going?

I don't know. I guess you were right.

She needs to go home.

And then what?

Go out West maybe?

I think there's an address on there, but...

I guess, technically speaking, we're stealing this van.

Grand theft auto.

They're gonna want to see our passports.

What?

At the border.

I don't have a passport.

I've never been to the States. I've never been anywhere.

No kidding.

That's a big rig for a little girl.

Yeah, well, my friends loaned it to me...

so that I can get back in time for tomorrow.

What's happening tomorrow?

It's, um, my mother's funeral.

Boot up your computer, please.

Your mother, she died of...

Dermatofibrosarcoma protuberans.

Sorry for your loss.

Hmm!

Seat belt! Mm-hmm.

Yep.

I think it's an infection. She got a burn from an iron.

You know...

Oh. Could I have a look?

I'm taking her home.

Her father will make sure she's, you know.

Well, these will help with the pain and the inflammation,

but she needs serious antibiotics.

- How far do you have to go? - Pretty far.

Debs.Shh.

You're not supposed to drink with those.

Anyway, I thought we agreed about the drinking and stuff.

You agreed, not me.

What was the name of the disease you told the border guy your mom had?

Dermati...

Dermatofibrosarcoma protuberans.

My ninth grade PE teacher had it.

What happened to your mother?

Don't worry, Debs.

We're going to be okay.

I...

I love you.

Where are we?

I think we're getting close.

Close?

Close to what?

Yeah. Your place.

My place?

What do you mean, my place?

I'm taking you home.

What are you talking about?

Stop, Ditch, okay? Stop the van.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay. I talked to your father the other day.

My father? Yeah.

Your phone rang and, anyway,

he told me about how you and him had this big blowout and stuff.

And...

he told me about the big secret...

Why you ran away.

What big secret?

Well, you know, how there was this older guy...

and how your father had to, like, rescue you,

and you got angry and...

And how much he loves me?

Yeah.

Your father's really sorry, Debs.

You're lucky you have a father.

Did he ask about the computer?

Does he work for the government or something?

He said there was sensitive stuff on it.

Your tattoo?

That was his password for everything about me.

No, Daddy, stop!

Stop. Dad, please. That's hurting.

Dad, that's hurting. Please stop.

Stop! No!

That's okay. That's okay. I love you. I love you.

No!

My glasses! Debs, where are my...

Fuck!

Oh, turn that off, okay?

Okay?

No. I got a better idea.

I'm gonna take it to the police.

Oh, you stay right where you are, young lady.

You fucking stay right where you are!

You can't do that!

Debs! Debs! Come here!

It started when I was 13.

When I was 15, he started making videos and sending them out.

It's like in a club or something.

Why didn't your mother stop that?

She hated me.

She was jealous.

But...

I told you what she did.

What about your school?

I guess I couldn't tell anyone.

Until you.

Hey.

I was thinking we could send that computer to the police,

from here even.

And if we left for California today...

I mean, right now... we could get there before we knew it.

We could even copy that hard drive.

You can't copy the hard drive because he did something.

Ow!

I'm no doctor, but I'd say it's looking better.

Anyway, I wanna go home.

Seriously?

We have to go back to him...

and tell him that we're taking the computer to the police.

For real this time.

We do?

You sure you want to do this?

Daddy?

Hello?

Hello.

Where do you think he is?

Shit. Debs?

Daddy?

Oh.

Hi, sweetie.

I've been waiting for you.

I was just... I was just watching the news.

Must have dozed off.

You know what?

I don't see my computer.

We're taking it to the police.

Absolutely not.

I need that fucking computer!

Sit down, son.

You know what I was doing when she stole my computer?

I was spell-checking.

J-Just spell-checking my paper.

I am a chemical engineer, Ditch.

I should've taken it to the police before,

but I felt sorry for you.

The computer, Debs.

Thank you, sweetie.

It's okay.

It's not okay!

- We need to find a mailbox. - Why?

Because... Because...

I-I took the hard drive out.

Here, take this. Write down the password.

Wrap it up like a present. We can mail it to the police.

Just gotta find an address.

All right.

You know what old Knudsten would say right about now?

"Watch out, baby! The shit's gonna hit the fan!

Guaranteed."

He looked so scared.

California?

Attention, please.

Departing in 20 minutes.

The guy back there said we'd see the mountains in a couple of days,

and then...

"Hey, Barb.

Had a crazy dream last night about me and you.

Then I woke up.

Anyway, here's my address, just in case.

Hi to Knudsten. Tell Ditch I love him lots.

Kenny."

Kenny.

Your dad.

I'm sorry, Ditch.

What?

- Can you just turn around? - Turn around?

I need to take that bus.

I'm gonna see this through to the end.

Then maybe, in a while, me and you could...

I could come back...

and help and stuff.

Debs.

You know what, Ditch?

I've never had a friend before.

Never.

And...

it makes all the difference.

Send me a postcard?

Everything okay, son?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Everything's okay.