Bitch Page #3

- Why is that, Mr. hart?

- If she knows

what she's doing right now

I will never

f***in' forgive her.

- I understand your frustration,

Mr. hart.

This is a tremendously

challenging situation.

- Is there a-a name

a-a-a medical term

for this condition

for how she's behaving?

- Behaving like a dog.

- Do, do you think so?

Really? Wow, that's...

I mean,

it's a very astute observation.

I-I, uh...

Is it the barking?

I think that, uh,

I'm just a little overwhelmed

by your insight here, doctor.

- The police department

would case this

as a 51-50.

Unspecified

psychiatric condition.

I hear, what the f*** is that?

- There have been similar cases.

There was a Scottish doctor,

Dr. R. D. Lang

who had a case like this

another housewife.

- I've read about that...

- Okay, this is enough.

I want a refund.

This is some webmd sh*t.

I can Google all of this.

- Okay, give it. Bill, please.

I'm sorry. My brother-in-law,

he hasn't slept.

- She hasn't slept, either.

- Well.

Taking care of your kids, okay?

I'm just talking about Annabelle.

I asked

you to help me figure

out what's going on

with your selfish

f***in' sister.

- Yeah.

- Let's keep the focus on Jill

and what she needs.

Okay?

And what she needs is care

that I can't provide

for her here.

I think you should consider

a more conducive

medical environment.

- You mean, a crazy house.

- She needs comprehensive

psychiatric care.

This will be a process

and it may take some time,

but rest assured...

- she's not going

to a mental facility, okay?

She's my wife.

I will not allow that.

And I f***in' hate

talkin' to people like you

because you're not making

anything better, you're just...

- But she's trying to help...

- This is my family...

She's not going

to a mental institution, okay?

And what I would like from you

is a prescription for my wife

right here, right now.

Please, that is what

I'm paying you for.

- She needs

full-time psychiatric...

-yep!

- Yeah.

It's okay, it's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

I'm right here.

Sissy, I can see you.

I can see you.

We're gonna get through this,

okay?

I'm here.

I'm gonna take care of you now.

No more bill,

no more kids, just us.

It's okay.

We'll get you out of here soon.

I'm gonna find some help.

I see you, sissy.

I see you.

I see you...

Don't hurt, don't even hurt me.

Sorry.

Stop! Ah!

- Hello, hart residence.

- Tiffany, dear?

- It's Cindy.

May I ask who's speaking?

Hi, Cindy, that's very polite.

It's Nana.

I wanna speak to mommy.

- Mom just can't talk right now.

- Well, could you ask her

to call me when she can?

- She'll be a while.

- You're not supposed to be

on the phone.

- Hey, that was Nana!

- Ah. Okay, Jill.

You wanna act like a dog,

we'll treat you like a dog.

There you go.

- Jed, it's not Christmas.

- I know that, right?

- Ho-ho-ho!

Merry Christmas, everybody!

Ho-ho-ho!

- Merry Christmas, you guys.

Who did this?

It's so pretty.

What else do we have?

Oh. Ooh, Cindy.

Let's put the star on the top

of the tree and finish it.

- Cindy, hey.

- No!

- Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on,

come on, come on!

Hey, hey, hey, come on!

Go put it on the tree.

Go put the star on the tree

and finish it so Santa can come.

Cindy, come on.

Come on, let's do this, alright?

- Bill, listen.

- Put the star on the tree.

Cindy, come on!

Let's put the star on...

- No!

- It'll be fun!

Let's put this star

on the top of the tree!

- Bill!

- Cindy, just...

What? What?

Beth, come on,

where is your Christmas spirit?

- Daddy!

- Dad, you're scaring her.

- What do you mean?

We're having a great time!

Right? We're havin'

a solidly f***in' great time!

Is that Christmas carolers?

- Hey, good evening, sir.

I'm officer frill.

We got a call on the 51-50.

- Ah. Okay.

Christmas?

- Uh, there's no reason

for you to be here.

Everything is fine.

Sir, I'm gonna need

to take a look at your wife

to make the determination.

- Not if I don't ask you in.

You're-you're not

and I'm-I'm not askin' you in.

- Sir.

- I know my rights.

And I know her rights.

You're not allowed

to take her away

unless she's a danger to herself

or others, and she isn't.

I do not consent

to her being hospitalized.

And you need to leave

or I'm calling my lawyer.

Is that clear?

- Sir, I'm still gonna

need to see your wife.

- Fine.

Right this way.

She is in the basement.

Down. It's the little door

on your right.

Bring a chew toy?

- Send immediate backup.

- I can't, I, I can't.

- What?

- Daddy!

- Cindy, he's not coming back.

- Then I thought,

why not let's just run away

and leave the kids, you and I.

They'll be fine.

They don't need us.

- Yeah.

- Right?

We could do whatever we want.

- You look so different.

- I do?

- You look so different.

- I do?

- Ah.

And you're relaxing watching TV.

- What else?

- Hey, story, story.

You promised to...

Tiffany...

- You...

- Get out!

- Max.

- You left. Get out!

- I went for a walk.

- I'm sorry.

- You're not sorry.

- I understand that you're ups...

Hey!

- Get out! Get out!

- Hey! Hey!

- Get out! Get out!

- Okay.

- Don't fight! Stop that!

- It's okay. Okay, it's okay.

- Stop hitting daddy!

- Don't do that!

It's okay.

It's okay. Hey.'

- Yello?

- Mr. Hart?

This is Stella white

from UCLA medical center.

We received a police report

from your sister-in-law...

No, um, no. That's...

She was wrong. That...

There was a mistake.

We don't need you.

Thank you, bye.

I'm done!

A little more milk.

- Ah...

- You have 27 new messages.

- Bill? Bill, where are you?

Everyone's still waiting

for you in the conference room

when you get around to it.

- Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Hart, it's your father-in-law.

Call me back.

We need to talk about Jill.

It's imperative

that we come by and see...

-stay, stay.

- Ugh, it still smells

like sh*t in here.

- It smells worse

in the basement.

- It's making me suicidal.

- Huh?

- I said I wanna die.

Me, too.

What's suicidal?

- You know what?

We're gonna eat.

And then we're gonna get ready

for school tomorrow. Let's go.

- Hey, bill, it's Stephen.

Comin' up on a week now

since you've graced us

with your magical presence.

I'd love to see you

tomorrow morning

if you can fit it

into your schedule.

- I can't tell if,

if she's in there

or if she's gone. I...

Well, what if she's

gonna be gone forever?

Uh, Brian, I gotta go.

Okay, I love you. Yes.

I love you so much.

I love you. I love you.

Okay, yeah. Alright, bye.

- Oh, god!

Oh, my god!

Oh, god! That's bad.

I'm bad.

Oh, god!

Who's Brian?

- What?

- Who's Brian?

- Brian's my husband.

- Bill.

- Right, right, right. Uh...

I, uh, I, I was just kidding.

Are they all asleep?

- The kids? Yeah.

- I, uh...

I, uh...

I'm pretty sure

I'm gonna get fired tomorrow.

And, uh...

I don't know

what I am without my job.

I, I don't know...

who we are without this life.

I mean, I may have to...

sell the house and the cars

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