Girl in Progress Page #5

I'm seeing a whole new side to you.

How you doing?

Please don't be nice to me. Be mean.

Right.

Pressure me.

I'm pressuring you.

You're really pretty.

You're being sweet.

I thought you were a womanizing jerk.

That's just a facade.

You know, to piss off my dad.

I really want to get to know you.

I don't.

Now let's get to it.

Put this on and come right back.

Okay.

Mission, you are so determinated.

Yeah. You have plans, man, you have plans.

My plans, always fail.

Like right now,

Ansiedad's school is gonna kick her out

because I can't pay for her bills.

They're gonna kick her out

because I cannot afford to pay.

And then our "job" job sucks.

You know, our job at the Shack.

Emile's so mean,

he makes us split all our tips.

He makes you split tips, too, right?

Okay.

Come on.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

Shoot.

This is for my story.

What are you doing?

Wait.

Forgot these.

Slut!

- Nothing happened.

- Oh, yeah.

You forgot these.

- Look at that.

- Hey, Trevor.

Yeah, I hit that.

- Yeah!

- Oh, my.

You stole my panties.

You sicko.

Get out of here!

Mommy? Mommy, I'm so stupid.

Mommy.

Why aren't you ever here?

My ticket.

- It's Saturday.

- Please.

- I need to get into my locker.

- Buzz off before I call the cops.

The Shack.

What happened?

Somebody crowbarred the register.

- What?

- And the safe. They don't know who.

All right. We're done with this guy.

Got anybody else?

You can go.

Grace?

Come here.

Come here.

Sit down.

- All right. All right. What about the...

- Put him on copy...

How does this happen on your watch?

This is all I have.

- Have nothing to say?

- No.

Guess you figured out that the

second location's not going to happen.

In case anybody cares,

came in third.

Lock up, Olga.

Ma'am. Here's my card.

Think of anything, or if you have any

questions, you can call me at the station.

- Let's go, partner.

- All right.

Hey! Hey!

Did you do this?

Did you break in? Did you get me drunk

and take advantage

and help yourself to this?

No. I'm helping you.

You said you needed help

with your daughter's school.

I did it for you.

I'm crazy about you.

- Oh, my God.

- Hey, calm down.

- No!

- Calm down!

No calm down. You're an idiot!

What is wrong with you,

what makes you think you can just take...

Okay, okay, okay.

- What are you thinking?

- No one's going to know.

- No one's going to know, okay?

- Grace.

I'll give the money back.

Some blonde lady wants to talk to you.

You lock up, I'm leaving.

If this is about tuition payment, I...

No, no. I'm Jill Armstrong,

I'm your daughter's English teacher.

She's been skipping class.

Why hasn't the school called me?

Well, they probably have.

I left you a message

that your daughter erased.

She told me so in a letter

that outlines behavior that

you know, frankly,

the State would consider parental neglect.

But I am not going to call the State.

Your daughter,

she thinks she's in a coming of age story.

She's trying to grow up.

I think she believes

experiencing certain things

will speed that process along. It's like...

It's like she's name checking

these hardships

that she can skip to the point where

she's matured from experiencing them.

Oh, God. Look, I didn't go to Harvard, okay?

I don't have an education.

But this stuff you're telling me,

this is something that my mother

would call tarado.

Do you know what that means?

Well, it means stupid.

You don't have to go to Harvard

to see a little girl crying out for help.

- She's trying to outgrow you, Ms. Gutierrez.

- Have a nice day.

She's trying to leave home,

like you left home.

How dare you.

I was 17,

and I had a horror show for a mother.

So how dare you judge me?

I was a little kid.

My mother was never there for me.

You know what,

Ansiedad left this letter for me.

But I'm sorry, I think it's for you.

Dear Jill.

I deleted your message to my mom,

so you'll have to try her again.

Maybe this time

mention I've stopped

going to class altogether.

You might also tell her that I'm drinking now

and doing gateway drugs

as part of my growth.

Please tell her that I intend to have sex soon

and become a woman.

Because that's what she did

to get away from her mother.

She never talks about it,

but I know.

Thank you for showing me the way.

Anne.

I'm gonna need you to be

as specific as possible.

Don't say "long hair" when

you can say "shoulder length,"

or "medium height" when

you can say "4'3," understand?

Yes.

- Hair?

- Long.

- Eyes?

- Brown.

Hi, is my daughter here?

Neither is mine.

Mine left last night.

When did yours leave?

They each got boyfriends now.

Did you know that?

And they're smoking, too.

- You smell your little girl's clothes?

- No.

No, I don't smell her clothes.

The police ask you

where you think she might be?

- Yes. And...

- And?

What time she left this morning,

and what clothes she was wearing,

and where she goes and who she goes with.

And I didn't know.

Excuse me.

Hello? This is she.

Where? Is she okay?

What are you doing here?

I need bus money.

I'm leaving Grace.

You can either reach for your wallet

or we're 30 seconds away from the wife

wondering what's going on out here.

So, in other words, you're extorting me?

Is that okay?

Listen. When you're older,

and you think about this, and you will,

I want you to remember this.

Nothing is as black and white as it seems,

and love

is a lot more complicated and beautiful

than you'll ever imagine.

Where's your mother, dear?

I don't know, ma'am.

- Dr. Harford.

- Yeah?

It's raining.

Your jacket.

Your son needs glasses.

There you go.

Why are we stopping?

- Get off me.

- I am not letting you go.

- Get away.

- I am not letting you go.

Leave me alone.

That's what you're good at, right?

Ansiedad, please, please.

Please, please.

Thank you. Baby, I'm sorry.

- Where were you last night?

- Oh, God. I'm sorry.

Why aren't you ever there?

- I don't need this, I'm going back.

- Baby.

No, Ansiedad. Please, please.

Baby, please.

How did you even find me?

Your doctor boyfriend call you?

His wife.

- That's all over now.

- Until the next guy.

And then I don't exist again.

Baby, you do exist.

- I'm not your baby.

- Yes, you are, and I know that now.

Too late.

Ansiedad.

Ansiedad. Stop.

I don't want you out there alone.

I don't want what happened

to your friend to happen to you.

What friend?

Come here, baby.

What friend, Mom?

What are you talking about?

Tavita.

She took some pills.

- You're lying. No.

- No, she's in bad shape.

- I didn't do that. I didn't do that.

- No, of course you didn't do it.

- I didn't wink.

- Of course you didn't do it.

Oh, you don't know.

- You don't know what I did. You don't know.

- Tell me.

Ansiedad.

Go away.

Ansiedad, stop.

I'm sorry, baby.

Leave me alone.

Ansiedad, please.

You never cared about me.

Baby, I'm sorry.

Baby.

She's going to be okay,

but make sure she's not left alone.

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