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- Yeah, it's just me and my daughter.

I'm sorry. This card has been refused.

Would you like to try another?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hiller.

The funds in your account seem to be frozen.

- I love motels.

- Me, too.

- Hotels, too.

- Yeah, more potato.

- I'm going to bounce on the bed.

- Okay, toots. Be careful.

- Hello.

- Hey, there.

- Not too high.

- What?

I'm talking to Gracie.

We're watching some TV,

getting ready to hit the sack.

Look, Mom.

- What about what we talked about?

- No. No shelters.

She hasn't been tainted by anything so far...

- ... and I want to keep it that way.

- Okay. I understand.

- Can we talk about this tomorrow?

- Piece of cake.

Piece of pie. 'Bye.

Come on, toots. Ready for bed.

What's "tainted"? Is that like "painted"?

- Gin, I said tomorrow, okay?

- Not exactly the Biltmore, is it?

It's the information age, sweetheart.

You leave a trail everywhere.

Especially when your best friend

rents your room with her credit card.

I had to do that since someone froze

all my accounts, right?

- We need to talk.

- No, we don't.

Please.

If we do this the hard way,

you know who will suffer.

I'm not talking about you, honey.

I mean Gracie.

You don't want her touched or affected

by something bad or undesirable.

- What?

- "Tainted, " right?

That's what tainted means.

- Who's banging on the door?

- I don't know.

Why? What's going on?

- Mom, I'm scared.

- It will be okay, baby.

Slim!

Hold the bus!

Hold the bus!

Go, go, go!

Open the door. Open it.

Los Angeles-Seattle?

That fare is $409 round trip.

How would you like to pay for that?

Cash.

I always thought you'd come back here with me,

but not eight years later.

Well, if I had known how pretty it was...

This place really sparkles!

You know what they call it? The Emerald City.

Isn't that where Dorothy is?

No, sweetie,

that's where Dorothy goes in her dream.

Where is she when she wakes up?

Back in Kansas.

- All right, game time. Duck your heads.

- Pigeon poop.

Why did you come to me?

I tried to think of the last time that I felt safe.

Then I saw your face.

And, I wanted a place that...

...M-I-T-C-H wouldn't think of.

- And someone who was stupid enough to do it.

- Yeah.

- Anybody here like hot fudge sundaes?

- Yeah.

I do. I do.

Yeah.

- FBl. Can we talk?

- Go ahead.

Would you mind opening up?

I'm investigating a kidnapping.

I'd like to look around.

You got a warrant?

- You letting us in or not?

- Hold on a second.

Can I see the warrant?

Watch the front.

Who are you looking for?

Mister, unless you leave right now,

I'm calling the police.

Jeez, that's a scary thought.

I married a cop.

I don't need their bullshit right now.

That's enough. Do you hear me?

It's time to go. Now!

You're not FBl, okay. I know who hired you.

Do you know what it's like

to have a knife hit your carotid?

No.

Do you know what it's like to die

because you're really stupid?

No, I really don't.

John boy.

This is not listed on the program.

They're not here. Let's ride.

- Can't I just-

- No!

Not today.

Your phone.

'Night, John boy.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine. I needed a shave anyway.

I'm sorry.

- I shouldn't be here.

- Sure you should.

No.

- I can't keep putting people I love in danger.

- What danger? They killed my sofa.

- Hello.

- Joe. This is Mitch Hiller.

It's him.

Hello. How are you?

I assume Slim's called you?

Yeah. Of course.

Could you give her a message?

- If she calls back again, I mean?

- I don't know.

I'm on her side, not yours.

Her side.

What did you expect, Mitch? Really?

Come on, Joe. You're a smart guy.

Let me say two words to you, okay?

Lug nuts.

You don't want to worry they are loose

every time you pull on the freeway.

How about the windows in your apartment?

Are they still locked?

Person could go crazy

thinking about stuff like that.

- You think those thugs are coming back?

- It doesn't make any difference.

Sure it does.

You don't have to go.

They're not coming back tonight.

You know that it is not safe for you

if I stay here.

You can come back any time.

Tomorrow, the next day.

Maybe I'll take you up on that one day.

Where will you go? What will you do?

Jupiter, girl out there says she's your daughter.

She insists on seeing you.

She can't possibly be my daughter.

I haven't had sex since 1995.

Not in this country, at least.

Not her. Me.

I'm your daughter.

- What year were you born?

- You are my father, Jupiter.

I wrote you, like, 20 times.

But even when Mom died you didn't answer.

- I didn't have enough money to bury her.

- Don't blame me. I didn't kill her.

No. You had help.

That's a stupid thing to say.

What do you want? Money?

I wanted Gracie to meet her grandpa.

Hi.

And, yes, we need money to survive.

Look, sweetheart...

...from 1968-1972, I had five kids. Maybe more.

Half the people in that room could be my kid.

It's a running joke around here.

How will you feel when you wake up one day

and find out your daughter is dead?

And you didn't do anything to help?

You're good. The kid's a sweet touch, too.

But you're not the first to think of this gig

since that Fortune article.

So I'll give you the same thing

I gave the other three.

$6. Enough to buy a sandwich.

But for you, I'll make it $12.

Make sure you buy the kid a sandwich, too.

I believe this originally belonged to you.

Pawn it, since you're so hard up.

I'm sure it's worth more than $12.

Mommy, don't cry.

Please don't cry.

Mommy!

This way.

I'm sorry. This is the best we can do.

It's okay. We're fine. Thanks.

Who are all these people?

They're kind of friends of friends of Phil.

What is it?

It's food, okay?

Hi, I lost my birth certificate.

This is for you. Phil sent it.

Are you surprised?

Sure, we take care of you. All right?

Dear Slim:

Yesterday three men threatened to kill me

if I helped you in any way.

Fortunately for you, this aroused my interest.

But she may also be...

I'm sending this to an old address,

the diner where you worked.

If this reaches you and you need more...

...leave word at my office. Jupiter.

What do we think? We like it here?

- Why? Are we moving again?

- No. We just-

Good.

Because I'm sick and tired to death of moving.

Me, too. So here's the deal.

You can call me Mom or you can call me Erin,

but you cannot call me Slim.

I never call you Slim.

I know, but just in case

somebody asks you someday-

I don't think you are that slim.

Thanks a lot.

- Do I get a new name, too?

- I guess. If you want one.

- Excuse me!

- Yes?

- Hi. Betty?

- Yes?

- I'm Erin Shleeter. I called you.

- Yes, I remember.

This is my daughter.

Look at you. You are so... What's your name?

Queen Elizabeth.

Welcome, Queen Elizabeth.

You'll have a good time here.

May I call you "Queen" for short?

I like talking to Grandma, but every Sunday...

...do we have to drive for 55 hours...

...just to reach some phone booth?

- Can I call Daddy this time?

- No.

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