All We Had Page #6

Rita:
Thank you.

It's a book, mom.

-Oh.

-Uh, I like both.

-Good morning.

-Hey, ruthie.

Hey.

What are you doing today?

Not a lot.

-Hey, ruthie.

-Hey, ruthie.

Ruthie:
Hey.

Rita:
Ruthie, what's wrong?

What are we doing in this house?

I can't take this anymore.

Can we please get out of here

and stop living

this suburban lie?

Rita:
Ruthie!

We're not going anywhere.

We're not running away anymore.

-God.

-Ruthie!

I can't believe this little

fairy-tale romance

you made for yourself.

Couple of alcoholics

getting clean.

And falling in love.

Stop it, ruthie.

Mom, I'm not a little kid

anymore!

-Rita, straining: Yes, you are.

-Ruthie:
Get away from me.

-Ruthie:
Mom, get off

-Rita:
Go to bed, ruthie.

-Rita:
Stop it!

-Ruthie:
I'm not going to bed!

No!

Ow, damn it!

Ruthie.

Bravo, mom, happy ending.

-Is that what you think?

-Don't start crying.

-I'm not gonna start crying.

-Good.

'Cause I'm sick of that, too!

Oh, good, I'm glad you're just

sick of everything!

I'm really glad

you're sick of everything.

You go from boyfriend

to boyfriend,

and why is Lee different?

-Because he's a good person.

-Why is he so different?

I love him, ruthie,

and he loves us.

Because he fixed your teeth?

Because people need each other,

ruthie.

--Because he takes care of us.

Just like I take care of you.

He takes care of us.

Get off me!

You can't tell me what to do!

-Yes, I can, I am your mother!

-Well, you don't act like it!

-Yes, I do!

-No, you don't!

You have no idea

what I've done for you!

You don't know about foster care

because I made damn sure

you don't know!

So, if you wanna go, go!

-I will leave!

-Then leave!

I'll go.

Oh, my god!

Thank you.

One, two, three.

She's gonna be fine.

You gotta trust me about that.

She's at that age where she's

feeling kind of independent.

She's never done this before.

She's never run away.

This is not ruthie.

Right, but she's 15 now,

so she's gonna start doing

stuff like this.

It's totally normal.

You did it, right?

And I did it.

Come on.

It's what kids do.

I promise.

Come here.

Come here, gimme a hug.

Come on.

What?

Um...

She...

She followed in after me.

Trash!

B*tch.

Okay.

Rita:
Thank you, Pam.

Pam, whispering:
I'm gonna go

make some coffee.

Rita:
Okay.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Sometimes I just screw up,

ruthie.

You know, I try to be

a good mom.

I've always tried, but I never

really knew what I was doing.

And when you were little,

it was just...

It was a lot easier

because if you fell,

you know, I knew how to fix it.

Like I could just make

your boo-boo better, and...

And now I don't always know

what to do.

I know.

I love you, mom.

I love you, ruthie.

You're a big girl now.

Yeah.

I never realized before...

What?

You need me

as much as I need you.

Ruthie.

Honey, I need you more.

Mom, that's my clip.

You gave it to me.

When did I give it to you?

You said you didn't want

to wear clips anymore.

I did not give it to you.

Uh, this is my skirt.

Yeah, but this was for a party.

This was for... a night.

My hair was in my face.

I saw you using it before.

I just didn't say anything.

Here.

Yes, you can drive.

Oh, my god!

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