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Since the presence

of her parents agitates her...

we suggest she doesn't

see them for awhile.

She seems to recognize you

and feel comfortable around you...

so we think, in a few days,

she should be going home with you.

And her recovery

should be fairly rapid.

I think she'll be back

at work in a week.

The doctors really thought

that she was gonna die.

But what's worse,

there could have been brain damage.

She asks about each and every one of you,

especially the twins.

I'm sure if you want to

come by and see her, she'd like it.

We're gonna eat in here today.

You're probably going to the hospital, huh?

See you later.

##[Radio:
Woman Singing Country]

Hope you don't get

that polish on the bedspread.

How'd you like

your burger melts?

- Is there any more milk?

- Yeah. I'll get you some.

Everybody sure missed you at work.

Even the twins, and they usually don't care

about anybody but themselves.

- How you feelin'?

- Okay.

Wanna watch TV?

I can bring the set

in here for you.

[Blows Air]

God, I hope

I'm not pregnant.

Oh, it's sour.

- How could you be pregnant?

- Dr. Norton.

How do you think?

He was in my room

all the time.

Every time I woke up

he was in there.

Did you...

do anything with him?

How am I supposed to know?

I was drugged all the time.

Could've done anything he wanted to.

Probably did.

Did he say anything?

About what?

To let you know if, uh,

he did anything or not.

He said I ought

to have my own room.

I'd probably

get well faster.

- In the hospital or here?

- Both.

But I told him we just had

this little apartment and...

it only had one bedroom...

so it was out of the question.

[Whispers]

One more coat.

Maybe you should have

your own bedroom.

[Chuckles]

What are you gonna do, move out on me?

No. I could sleep

on the rollaway bed.

Did it all the time

when Deidre was here.

- You wouldn't mind?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Sure. I'm sure.

Okay.

Whatever you want.

I don't care.

[Man On Radio, Indistinct]

- Don't you remember her, Dr. Maas? Pinky Rose.

- [Sighs]

She's all well now,

and she wants to come back to work.

Rose? I don't

Lammoreaux, Bunweill's in charge of personnel.

And if there's no place for her here,

there's no place for her.

But she's already worked here.

She's really good, Dr. Maas.

Everybody liked her.

Really.

- [Ringing]

- [Man Chattering On Radio]

[Rings]

- Hello?

- [Millie] Are you okay?

- Who's this?

- It's me, Millie.

Oh.

[Mouths Words]

- What you doin'?

- Nothin'.

Can I bring you home

something special for dinner?

No.

- [Finger Squeaking In Bottle Neck]

- Are you alone?

Sure. Why?

I don't know.

- I just thought I heard somebody.

- You did.

- It was me.

- Oh.

- Okay. See you later.

- Bye.

Edgar. I told you it was Millie.

You're not supposed to do that.

- She might hear you.

- Millie. [Chuckles]

[Sniffles]

- [Grunts]

- [Exaggerated Laughing]

No. I do not think

this was a simple mistake.

The chances of her making up

a Social Security number...

exactly the same as yours

are very slim.

She maliciously gave me your number

when she filled out her W-4.

How could she have?

I didn't even know her then.

Don't get smart with me.

You can't fool me.

She told me she couldn't

remember her number...

and was gonna write home for it,

and, like a fool, I believed her.

So maybe she forgot to do it

and just gave you mine instead.

She didn't mean

anything bad by it.

I don't know what makes it such a big deal.

She's just a little kid.

I'll tell you what makes it

such a big deal.

I do not want any discrepancies

in these records.

I do not want government people

here going through these books.

I think Rose did this

on purpose.

I didn't trust her from the very minute

I first laid eyes on her.

She never did anything wrong on purpose.

She's just scared of you,

that's all.

Then she almost died,

and nobody even cared around here.

You're the bad ones,

not Pinky.

All you care about's

your time clock...

and your money

and your dumb books.

Well, you don't have to worry about any

Social Security numbers anymore, because I quit.

It's a horrible job.

And we don't need it.

Neither of us.

Damn it!

I don't believe it.

My car is gone.

- My car has been stolen.

- Well, call the police.

I'm going to.

- [Man] "Lammerex"?

- Lammoreaux.

L- A-M-M-O-R-E-A-U-X.

- Uh, Millie.

- Lammoreaux, right.

Millie Lammoreaux.

You live over at the Purple Sage Apartments?

Yeah.

How do you know?

- Deidre Black's friend.

- You know Deidre Black?

Sure I do.

She's my ex-roommate.

- We came by your house the other day.

- Yeah.

We stopped by. We were gonna

have a drink or something...

but we were in a hurry

and went over to Edgar's place.

[Cop #1] Okay, let's see.

The color of the car was, uh, mustard.

- Just like your dress, huh?

- No, that's English mustard.

My car was more

of a French mustard color.

And, uh, no license

and no registration?

No, I told you.

It's with the car.

[Cop #1] Is it possible a friend could've

gotten the car without you knowin'about it?

[Millie] No. My roommate doesn't even drive.

Besides, she's sick.

Is that your car,

right there? Huh?

- That's it, all right. What's it doin' here?

- [Chuckles]

[Millie]

Really, I didn't know anything about it.

Dodge City's about the last place

I'd expect it to be.

- [Cop Laughing]

- I don't know who would've brought it here, really.

- It's crazy.

- You sure that's it?

I'm sure that's it.

That's my license plate number right there.

And my decals.

Look here. They even

left the key in here.

[Cop #2]

Come on. Let's go inside and see who's in there.

- Boy, whoever it is is gonna be sorry.

- [Gunshot In Distance]

- ##[Jukebox]

- [Chattering, Laughing]

- Hey, Jim.

- Deidre, what are you doing here?

- Hi, Millie. Where have you been?

- My car's been stolen.

- That's where I've been.

- Your car's not been stolen. It's sittin' right out front.

- I saw the little redhead drive it up.

- What little redhead?

Little redhead shootin'

out on the range with Edgar.

- It's been here awhile. A chick drove it.

- Where'd Edgar go?

- He's out back shootin'.

- Yeah?

- Do some shootin'later on?

- Yeah. Sure.

- [Millie] That's Pinky.

- [Cop #2] Who's Pinky?

My roommate, damn it.

- [Snickering]

- [Cop #2] Case is solved.

- [Footsteps]

- [Gunshot]

- [Engines Revving]

- [Gunshot]

That's good.

See, once you find your pattern,

then you can adjust to it.

The main thing is to take

a nice slow squeeze...

not knowing

when it's gonna go.

And take your time.

That's fantastic.

All right, Pinky.

How come you stole my car? Pinky?

I didn't steal your car.

- I borrowed it.

- You did not.

- You didn't even ask.

- Couldn't find you.

- You didn't try very hard.

- I tried hard.

You did not. You could've at least told

Doris or Alcira or somebody.

- Who took you there to go in and get my keys?

- Tom.

Pinky, I had to call

the police and everything.

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