Cake Page #2
And all of a sudden,
I see a lady climb up on the ledge.
And I'm like, oh, f***,
she about to jump!
- What did you do?
And I was like,
"Don't jump! Don't jump!"
And I guess... I guess she couldn't
hear me 'cause it was so far.
H-How long before she jumped?
It was... It was a pretty long time.
Was it a few minutes before she jumped?
Maybe.
She wasn't a hundred percent certain.
Well, I wouldn't say that, 'cause...
'cause she did it, and...
and she was 100% successful.
Right.
I gotta go back to work. Okay?
Do we... Oh. Okay.
So, was she
a really good friend of yours?
Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Sorry to hear that.
Yeah.
What?
What are you doing?
- I'm just gonna take a look!
- Come back!
It's not safe!
Silvana, just stay with the car!
- It's not safe!
- It's okay.
Come back!
Well, hello, Claire. How are we doing?
Oh, we're doing great.
Well, that's super.
Did you find a... a new support group?
Oh, it's funny you brought that up.
I-I've actually decided
to sue the support group.
Goodness.
I mean, technically, I'm not suing
the support group, but Los Angeles County,
because they oversee the community
center that sponsors the group.
- Well, I...
- It's an interesting little case a few years ago.
I doubt you've even heard of it...
McDonnell vs. City of Glendale,
where it was ruled that support groups
could "discriminate"...
on the basis of membership,
but not when said discrimination
was legally prohibited,
I.e. race or religion...
or when it involved intangible...
or subjective personality traits,
i.e. Claire is a raving b*tch.
But... but a lawsuit...
I'm kidding.
I just came here for Nina's address.
N-Nina from group?
The one who killed herself.
Yeah, that Nina.
Well, I'm certain I can't give you
that information. I'm sorry.
Well, remember when I said
I was kidding about the lawsuit?
Now I'm not.
- Hi.
- Hey.
I'm Claire.
Hi, Claire.
I lived in this house
when I was a little girl.
All right.
That probably sounds very strange.
No.
Well, I was wondering
if I could take a look.
But it... seems like...
that would be a bad idea
now that I'm standing here.
- No, no. Come in.
- Yeah?
Yeah. It's a bit of a mess
at the moment, but...
I see. Don't worry.
We... We changed some things.
- Right.
- We knocked out that whole kitchen.
Right. Wow.
- I like to entertain in there.
- Mmm.
I bet.
Could I take a look upstairs?
Yeah. Sure.
Okay.
So I'm guessing...
that this was your room.
Yeah.
But I didn't have SpongeBob
all over the walls.
I guess not.
I had more purples and pinks and...
Yeah? And what else?
Oh, let's see.
My... My mom painted a scene
from The Nutcracker suite...
on the wall there.
Yeah? What scene?
The one with the mice.
How old is...
- Casey.
- Casey.
- He's five.
- Five.
- That's a handful, huh?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
He... He...
You know, he sleeps at my mom's
'cause he has nightmares.
That's too bad.
- Mmm. Okay?
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
This is still the same.
We didn't do anything to the bedroom.
We were going to, but we didn't.
Kinda lost track.
You know?
- I should go.
- Yeah.
- Well, thank you again.
- Uh-huh.
Yeah, but it was interesting.
Well, I'm glad.
You know, your performance
was impressive.
But we didn't do a damn thing
to this house.
- Sorry?
- It was Annette. She called me after you left her.
Yes.
Why?
I don't know.
Honestly, I... I don't know.
Nina never even talked about you.
- Why did you let me go on like that?
- I don't know.
Just wanted to see
how far you'd go with it.
- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry.
It was fun. I enjoyed myself.
That's f***ed up.
Well, so are you.
I want to go to Tijuana tomorrow.
- Why?
- To that pharmacy that I was asking you about.
A good idea?
You have a green card, right?
Yes.
But long drive.
If you don't want to go,
I'll just hire someone.
Okay. I drive.
I don't know.
Do you only see white people?
I don't know. Maybe.
Then we're in f***ing Orange County.
Pretty houses.
Oh, I hated trials in Orange County.
A, you had to assume that
everyone was a f***ing retard.
Or B, you had to assume that everyone
was a f***ing right-wing Nazi sympathizer.
"Oh, hey,
I'm the card-carrying
ACLU defense attorney.
Please don't hold that
against my client...
and sentence him to death
for shoplifting."
Okay.
And don't get me started
on that f***ing Nixon library.
You take your medicine today?
Would we be driving to Tijuana
if I took my f***ing medicine today?
- So how does this work?
- I speak English.
Oh, great. Okay.
- What do you need?
- I made a list.
And then I checked on the Internet...
to see if they were different in Mexico.
This is a lot.
Are you trying to sedate a small city?
This is a very good soap.
No buy at home.
Get it. Get it.
Do you have prescriptions?
I thought we... I thought
we didn't need prescriptions.
Well, at the border, unless you have
prescriptions, they will take them away.
Okay, so what do we do? What do we do?
We open up Mary here.
That seems really, really tricky.
What if we get caught?
You're a rich white woman.
Have you ever been caught at anything?
Will you just get me something
other than Mary?
I have problems with anything religious.
I think you have bigger problems.
Perceptivo.
That's the one.
What was your favorite restaurant
when you lived here?
Are you hungry?
Yeah, I am hungry.
I know a very good place.
- But it... it's not cheap.
- Is that so?
Sky's the limit. Come on. Let's go.
Okay.
Who... Who is this guy again?
Saint Jude.
The saint patron
of lost and desperate causes.
Perfect.
- What?
- Silvana!
They are my friends,
Irma and Innocencia.
Oh. Nice to meet you.
Excuse me. I'll be right back.
Silvana, do you want
to go shopping more,
or do I have to get you home?
- Shopping.
- Yeah? Okay, great.
And, Silvana, thank you for lunch.
It was just wonderful.
Very nice to meet you ladies.
I always think you don't speak Spanish.
I understood a few words,
but mostly it was those b*tches' attitudes.
- Thank you.
- De nada.
They are friends when I was young.
You know?
Now they are not friends.
Because of money.
That's f***ed up.
That's life.
- What's going on?
- Maybe you sit up.
Well, I'd really rather not.
But it doesn't hurt you to sit up.
Silvana, I don't want to. It...
Maybe it's good to do now!
Please.
I need you to pull over, please.
Yes.
Oh, God. Sh*t.
May I make a phone call?
- To...
- My husband.
I just wanna let him know
that we're running late.
- Fine.
- Thank you.
Jason Bennett's office.
It's Claire.
Will you please put him through?
- He's on another call.
- This is important.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to make sure you got home okay.
Well, you could have called.
Well, your phone
always goes to voice mail,
and then you never really call me back.
Oh, right.
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