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stole them or where they went.

Yes, they're right here,

the responsible party.

No, we wanted to hold them

until we told you.

No, no, no, sir.

It's your place.

In that case, we'll hold

them for their parents,

and give them a counsel and release.

Again?

Mad, Mad Axman?

Give me a spelling on that.

Madge.

Axman.

Thank you.

He wanted a Madge Axman to know he'd

be returning to the city in the morning.

Hello, Frank.

- Working hard?

- No.

What've we got here?

Drunkenness, narcotics,

destruction of property.

Some stolen goods, but the owner

doesn't want to press charges.

I'm giving them all a

counsel and release.

Is that your daughter?

Bye, Ann.

Stay there.

Drunkenness, narcotics,

destruction of property. What else?

They're cops, Mom.

I don't like your friends, Jeanie.

I know that.

You'll have to tell me. Are there

any nice people left in the world?

You never like my friends.

Are there some nice boys,

nice girls, either one?

- Yeah.

- What?

Yeah. I said, yeah.

Whatever happened to the word "yes"?

For Christ's sake, Mom,

they're putting Annie in the hospital.

You don't even care.

I do care, and I'm sorry, darling.

I know Annie's basically a nice kid.

You don't even know her.

I know you're upset.

She could die in that hospital.

She could end up committing suicide.

Did she say something about suicide?

She can't stand small spaces.

Did she actually say the word suicide?

No, but I know what she feels.

Well, I'll call the hospital.

Oh, God, that's not

going to do any good.

We'll ask the doctors,

what their opinion is.

They're the ones that are

saying Annie's sick.

Their opinions are just sick.

They're doctors.

At least we can ask their opinion.

- Forget it! Just forget it.

- What?

Why, stop keep telling me

to say things over again.

It really bothers me.

"Forget it" is a very rude

thing to say to somebody.

Oh, God, you keep telling me to cry!

I don't want to cry anymore!

Maybe Annie is sick.

Did you ever think of that?

Maybe the whole bunch of you is sick.

You booze. You dope.

You sleep with whoever.

I don't even know who you are.

You look like kids,

but you don't act like 'em.

You're short 40-year-olds

and you're tough ones.

You just hate everybody since Dad left.

Everyone except some guy

you can just meet and...

What? Meet and what?

You throw yourself on the

line all the time, Mom.

You jump on some guy and when he tells

you he doesn't want to see you anymore,

you just cry on the phone.

I don't care if you are my daughter.

You're not talking about me

or my friends like...

Well, you talk about

my friends that way!

And you don't like Sam?

I don't know him! Do you?

Do you know him, Mom?

Did you know him before you just

jumped into bed with him like that?

That's nasty. That's cruel and

nasty and ugly and unloving,

and I wish I could punch you.

I wish to God I knew how to punch you.

What's the matter with Sam?

He wears white shoes.

White shoes? You apologize!

You apologize!

I haven't finished. I'm not finished!

Just because they fit you for a

diaphragm doesn't make you a woman.

Sam is a good man, and you

make no mistake about that.

He's a decent human being

and he cares for me.

He says he even loves me.

I'm going to spend some time with him.

A week, a few days. Who knows?

You want a place of your own?

Fine. Take this one, 'cause I'm

not gonna bring him here anymore.

All you girls are laughing at him.

There's too much music here

and too many boys, girls,

laying all over the furniture,

half out of your clothes, on the floor!

You're too beautiful, all of you.

You make me hate my hips.

I hate my hips!

- I thought it was Jay.

- It's just me.

Jeanie.

- Where's Deirdre?

- Her mom won't let her come.

Stay away from trouble.

Something like that.

Well, sh*t on her.

She's not going to go

with us to see Annie?

No one is.

I talked to her mom.

You talked to Gladys?

Yeah. She says no one can

visit her unless they're family.

Her dad doesn't want

her to see us anyway.

He's such a total drag.

I could scream, you know.

Well, it's not her fault.

Gladys is a nice lady,

once you get past her depressions.

What are we gonna do?

It's awful, huh?

It's not good.

We're gonna get jobs

and pay for the stereo.

I'm taking the proficiency exam

so I don't have to go to classes,

and I can work full-time.

They're gonna give me a certificate

so that I can show it...

Will you excuse us, please?

I can get into some colleges.

Some colleges, I can get into.

We're paying for everything.

Doing what?

Do you have any idea

what it's going to cost to put

this place back together again?

Yes.

Yeah? How much?

Jay, you think

we're children, don't you?

I know you're children!

Living off your parents,

for Christ's sake.

I thought you loved me.

I thought age didn't matter.

I do love you! I f***ing worship you!

I must be nuts.

God! I must be nuts.

- I'll leave.

- Terrific.

You can stop wrecking things.

It's just gonna cost us more.

- What are you gonna do?

- Jay.

What are you gonna do?

Be a waitress at Denny's?

Maybe!

Well, at that rate, it would take

you all about 80 years apiece!

I'll tell you one thing,

Mr. Jay Thompson.

The next time you see any of us

children coming through that door,

well, I'm gonna have

the money in my hand!

- Damn!

- What door?

This door!

I'm really pissed at you and all

your flaky teenage friends.

I'm not through talking to you.

I am!

- Come back here.

- Why? So you can beat me up?

- You're goddamn right!

- Forget it.

Please.

- What?

- What do you mean, what?

Please, what?

Please come back here

so I can beat you up.

Hey!

I thought they had you

filling fire extinguishers.

Christmas is coming.

- Are you breaking for lunch sometime?

- No way.

I thought maybe you'd want to

come with me and have some lunch.

All right.

Well, would they let you do that?

Are you kidding me?

This guy is paying sh*t.

You've got some white stuff

in your hair. Come here.

I thought you might be sad about Annie,

need someone to talk to.

I remember how incredibly sad you can

get about things and I thought that,

you know, you shouldn't have

to go through all that alone.

Thanks.

Smell something?

It's my boots.

Well, what you been walking in?

I ran out of socks and that

makes my feet sweat a lot.

God, that's awful. I mean, I'm sorry,

but you should get some socks.

Those boots are awful.

You didn't have to do that.

The trouble with LA is that everybody's

trying to act so supercool

and into their own space.

Like they'd be ruined if

they had to feel anything.

I know, I used to be in yoga class.

God, this stuff is poison.

You don't know what they put in here.

Yeah. What are you gonna do, right?

You know, nobody wants to feel

the pain in things anymore.

For instance, I can feel the

pain in things sometimes.

There's this one-eyed rooster I know.

Like some dog got to him

and bit a hole in his head.

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