Big Sky
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- 2015
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Walk downstairs.
14 steps total... 14.
68 degrees outside... 68.
Reaching 97,
back to 65
tonight when you're
back inside.
Three...
Oh, sh*t! Goddamn it!
Oh, good. You're awake.
That makes one of us.
I'm awake now, that's for sure.
I stepped on my keys.
Those little buggers can hurt!
What were your keys
doing on the floor
of the upstairs hallway anyway?
Oh, wait. Let me guess.
Um, you dropped them
last night mid-swig
or mid-something else.
You know, I did hear
stu start to, um,
moan.
Yeah, like a man moan.
Maybe we should ask him.
He's not here anymore.
We scared him off.
Happy?
And at least I have keys.
At least I have use for keys.
Just say the word,
and these are yours.
You packed.
Oh, and I, uh,
I called them again.
Double-checked about the ride.
Uh, the van's windows
will be tinted.
The driver will
never go above 55,
on or off the highway.
Barely even feel
like you're moving.
And You'll have the back row
all to yourself.
No one will even be
able to look at you.
It's just how
you like it, right?
Right?
One...
Half red, half blue.
Half white and half red.
Was that dad on the phone?
Mm-hmm.
While I was in the shower?
Mm-hmm.
And what did he say?
Wanted to wish you
a Bon voyage.
What did you say? I told him
you were in the shower.
Oh, and that he and his new
wife are festering boils
that should be lanced
from the ass of humanity.
Good, right?
You took only three, right?
Of course.
You want to check them?
And If we're missing some,
It's only 'cause stu
boosted a few on his way out.
His name is Steve
Hayes, not stu.
Sorry.
So you were saying that
she missed her graduation.
Graduation, senior prom,
junior prom before
that... all of it.
Anything to avoid
another attack, huh?
So the last one was when?
Are you the driver
or the doctor?
Look, I'm just the guy who's
trying to get your daughter
from here to there, that's it.
Uh, the last one was
about six months ago.
Six months.
Tried going for a walk.
About a minute in,
she started to choke.
And, um,
and prescription number seven.
So now she's got her pills
and her birds
and her computer and me
bringing meals to her room.
So she won't eat down here?
She won't come down here.
She hasn't for months.
Well, that kind of limits
the social life, huh?
Hazel doesn't have
a social life.
No cuts, no scrapes,
no nicks, no scratches.
No cuts, no scrapes,
no nicks,
no abrasions.
No abrasions.
I can do it.
I can do it.
I can do it...
Alone.
Mm, I'm gonna need
all distractions.
I know, I know.
Tunnel vision.
I can do it.
Seven more steps.
Seven more steps.
Seven more steps.
Okay.
So there's your air, all right?
And there's your light,
and that is your eject button,
If at any point you just want
to come out and join the party.
That invitation's always open.
Okay, Hazel?
You're gonna be fine
in there, Hazel.
Snug as a bug. Nothing
can touch you.
I'll come with you, haze.
How's that?
I'll just come with
you for the ride.
Okay.
Yeah, all good.
On schedule.
Right-o, jefe.
You guys think
of everything, huh?
Oh, yeah, well,
we don't fool around.
Well, sometimes we do.
Hey, uh, we got Eddie
making a late-afternoon
return run.
He can bring you
right back If you want.
Oh, yeah?
Next return-around is tomorrow
morning, If you were wondering.
I don't know.
I'll keep that in mind, Mcdreamy.
Right.
Envision destination.
Eliminate all distractions.
You just can't
sit still, can you?
Look, Dee, seriously,
It's okay.
She's gonna love this place. You made
the right choice. It wasn't a choice.
Hazel just turned 18,
so her dear dad stopped
paying child support,
and he and his new wife
decided to hit us
with the old "threats
and ultimatums" move...
selling our house,
cutting off the checks
which will only set
her back, believe me.
That's optimistic.
That's realistic.
Do I know you?
You look familiar.
Oh! I kept worrying
I'd go to, like,
Hi. I'm Vicky. Hey.
Damn, some of us are antsy.
What, you've never been
to a sanitarium before?
Oh, sorry. Treatment resort.
Continue on 22
west for 46 Miles.
- You play golf, right?
- Professionally?
I did. I just lost my tour card.
find both my stroke
and my appetite in the desert.
What about you?
What do you do? World bank.
Stressful gig?
I bet. So, what are you
trying to find out
in the desert?
Nothing.
Just six days' peace.
What about me? You guys
want to know about me?
Kleptomania.
Careful shaking hands
with a thief, mister.
I got lightning fingers.
Hey, you in front. Your turn.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing. At all.
Come on, you've
obviously got something.
These shades for you?
They were for my daughter.
She's in the back there.
Damn. I thought I had issues.
Veer right in
point-one Miles.
Yeah, Bennett,
we made the turnoff.
Everyone's fine, Capitan.
Yeah.
Do you hike?
I have lots of hiking stuff.
Well, I don't know.
These days I'm having enough
trouble with trail mix,
Would you mind?
Jesus, relax, guy. You relax.
That girl just stole
a $15,000 watch.
I didn't steal it. I was joking.
Oh.
Very funny. Ha-ha.
You're just lucky I'm
traveling unattended.
Otherwise, your lightning fingers
Ooh! Big man! Who
normally attends you?
Is it Thor? Is it Wolverine?
No. Just somebody
who would have
no trouble pulverizing
a child thief
or her talentless,
anorexic crush.
Huh.
Are you sure It's just
six days of peace
you're looking for
in the desert?
'Cause I got to say,
from the vibe I get, I
have a much different read
on your... Condition.
I think you're just gay,
and you're having
a really hard time
wrestling with your latent
but potent urge
to be bent over.
- Excuse me?
- Uh, guys?
Why don't we, uh,
try getting a head start on that
whole "explore serenity" thing now.
Really, It's easy.
Just go with the flow.
No problems here, boss.
I'm from Los Angeles.
I don't have a problem
If this guy's a queer.
Watch your mouth.
Nobody move! Shut up!
Give me your phones!
I said don't move!
Don't you move!
Don't move!
Recalculating.
Get down!
Get down! I said get down!
Don't!
Come on! Get out of the van!
Okay, let's go. I said go!
- Come on!
- Come on!
Hey. Hey, don't wait on him.
Schedule. Come on! Come on!
Yeah.
- Shut up!
- You, shut up!
- In the van!
- Let's go!
Recalculating...
Mom?
Mom?
Recalculating...
Mom?
Mom?
Recalculating...
Mom?
Mom?
Oh, my God.
Mom? Mom? Passed out.
No. No, no.
Recalculating...
I don't understand.
Who... who...
Oh, your phone.
We'll just call someone.
We can call for help, and...
they took 'em.
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