Cake Page #4

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Okay.

I am in a lot of pain.

I know.

You may know, but s...

sometimes I suspect that you think...

I'm this uncooperative old b*tch...

who's just making all of this up.

Do you want to get better? Really?

No bullshit. Do you want to?

I do.

Annette. Annette.

Oh, come on. Annette, we need to talk.

I-I have nothing to say to you.

I really want to apologize.

I got in a lot of trouble.

You made me look very unprofessional.

I know... Well, I come

bearing conciliatory gifts.

- Like what, a poisoned apple?

- That's a good one.

No, I actually brought you

a really nice bottle of vodka.

What kind?

Big one, from Costco.

Show me.

Okay.

Put it on the floor.

What?

I accept your apology. You can put

the bottle on the floor and go home.

- You don't want me to hand it to you?

- No.

Fair enough.

Have a nice day.

You too, Claire.

Can I go swimming?

Well, you didn't bring your swimwear.

Oh.

- You can go in your underwear.

- No!

- All right. You can go naked.

- No.

I might have something he can borrow.

Yeah. Silvana needs time

to get the feast ready anyway.

So just hold on a sec.

You have to say thank you.

Hey, Silvana?

Silvana?

- What?

- Can you...

Can you just come

and help me for a second?

- Where are you?

- I'm in here.

- What are you doing here?

- I need...

I just need to find

a bathing suit for Casey.

- Maybe...

- I will find.

- Okay.

- I will find.

Thank you.

So I left my support group.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Had just too much anger.

It was tiring.

Anger feels so good.

I-It's just a drug.

I think I better go back

to work next week.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- I gotta get out of my head.

- They have great drugs for that.

Yeah. I think we gotta move too.

Wow. You're just filled

with resolutions today.

I'm not the one who got my hair done.

I didn't get my hair done.

- Why? What's wrong with my hair?

- Nothing.

It's very nice.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

How can you still live here?

I like my house.

Yeah, but...

don't you feel like you're

surrounded by ghosts?

- No. No.

- You know what I mean.

- All the memories?

- No.

- Would you like some more wine?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Hey. Little pirate.

You want to dive for some treasure?

Ready?

I think we should applaud.

No, no. No, no.

Stop. No, no, no, no.

Just the plate. That's good.

I'm really glad you guys came to lunch.

Thank you. I am too.

- Silvana, ignore it.

- One second.

What'd you used to have on the wall?

Oh, just something.

I need to get something

that works better in the room.

- Sure.

- Mrs. Bennett.

- Hmm.

- Is a man. He ask for you.

- What's his name?

- He no say.

- Well, do you know who he is?

- No.

Then tell him to go away.

He's probably a Jehovah's Witness.

Well, I did it,

but he say he wait outside.

Oh, Jesus Christ. I'll just be a second.

He wouldn't say his name.

Get off my f***ing property

before I call the police!

I'm sorry.

I wish I could do something.

I can't live with myself.

If... If I could switch places, I would.

I wanted to tell you that at the trial.

But my lawyers wouldn't let me.

Get out!

You piece of sh*t!

Get out of here! Get out!

I should f***ing kill you!

- Get out of here!

- Claire. Claire, Claire.

Claire. Enough. Claire.

Silvana, don't you dare

take him inside this house!

- She's right.

- Please get the f*** out of here!

- You see that?

- That's it?

That's it, from all that celery.

Boy, it's beautiful.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Don't jump!

Don't jump. Don't jump.

I like your cute 'do.

Thanks.

Wish I could say the same about you.

No, my makeover didn't take.

You're probably wondering

about the cake.

I didn't want to be rude, but yes.

Remember when Annette asked us what our

dream would be if we didn't have chronic pain?

God, I always hated

her drippy little exercises.

Yours was to have sex

with the entire Madrid soccer team.

And yours was sickeningly sincere.

What's wrong with a mother wanting to make

her son a birthday cake from scratch?

Everybody in the group cried

when I told mine.

Everybody except you.

I had my reasons.

I know that now.

I know you know.

To be honest,

I was never impressed

with the whole Saint Nina thing.

Saints don't jump off bridges.

I give you points for execution.

I thought you'd like that.

Make a wish.

Can't think of anything.

Doesn't matter. Just blow them out.

It's okay! It's okay! It's okay!

- Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

- Okay, I won't.

Please, no more drugs!

I said no more drugs!

Get this out of me! No!

Some help in here!

- It's okay.

- No! Oh, go...

Once a popular symbol of youth culture,

drive-in theaters have mostly

disappeared from the United States.

One of the last operating

drive-in theaters...

is in the California city of Riverside.

You should eat something.

How about that applesauce?

We went to a drive-in.

Who?

It was our first date.

We were law students at UCLA.

I should have known you were a lawyer.

Touch, Imelda.

It's Maylia.

But I do like my shoes.

Found out he liked Billy Joel.

Not in an ironic way.

Oh, I got so drunk on rum and Coke.

He held my hair back while I puked.

Kept rubbing my back,

saying,

"It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay."

That's nice.

I believed him.

We're going on a little trip, Silvana.

To home, yes.

No, to Riverside.

No. Only home.

Riverside. You'll see.

Are you okay?

I think I'm gonna like this.

Oh, Silvana.

Oh.

I can't...

Oh. We're out of Coke.

- Let me get it.

- No, no, please.

- I get it.

- No, no. Silvana, let me go.

I gotta get out of this car anyway.

- Do you want anything?

- No. No, thank you.

Careful.

It's really hard

without the drugs, isn't it?

It is unbelievably hard.

What would Saint Jude do?

I bet that son of a b*tch

would lay down on those tracks...

and just let Union Pacific

put him out of his misery.

They need about a mile to stop, right?

More or less.

Okay.

Your last thoughts

are important, Claire.

They're all you get to take with you.

McDonald's french fries.

Coppertone Sunscreen.

I love that smell.

I was a mouse in The Nutcracker suite

three years in a row.

You were adorable.

I wanted to play Clara,

the Sugar Plum Fairy,

but my mom said

I wasn't graceful enough.

Claire. We're running out of time.

Say it, Claire.

Say it.

I was a good mother.

I was a good mother.

Mrs. Bennett!

Silvana.

Silvana.

God. Silvana, I've never

heard you this angry.

Jesus.

Silvana.

Okay. Ok...

Sil...

Silvana, I'm going to let you rant

in Spanish as long as you want...

'cause I can only imagine

how frustrated you must be with me.

- Silvana?

- What?

We have a bigger problem.

They said they'll deliver

the rental in the morning.

You call your family, okay?

Okay.

Oh, Jesus!

That's not gonna happen.

Oh, God.

I'll sleep on the chair.

- No, Silvana.

- I don't mind.

No. Please.

Good night, Silvana.

Buenas noches.

Oh!

- Can I help you?

- No. I wasn't going to steal anything.

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