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WHAT HAPPY LOOKS LIKE. SEE?

SERIOUSLY? HALF-STARVED?

PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY?

(huffs) WAIT.

DO YOU THINK:

I LOOK SKINNY?

HA! I THINK YOU ARE RUNNING

FROM WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW

TO WHAT YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

BECAUSE YOU CAN'T ACTUALLY

END UP AT A PLACE

THAT DOESN'T EVEN EXIST.

AT LEAST I'M TRYING.

ON THE WAY HERE,

I PASSED BY THE CEMETERY.

THAT IS FARTHER THAN MOS LOCALS GET FROM STREETSVILLE.

HAS IT EVER:

EVEN OCCURRED TO YOU

THAT STREETSVILLE

ISN'T WHERE THEY ENDED UP

BUT WHERE:

THEY ACTUALLY WANTED TO BE?

(cell phone vibrates)

I HAVE TO TAKE THIS.

WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT,

YOU ARE STILL YOU,

AND I AM ME,

AND WE ARE RIGHT HERE

IN THIS PLACE:

THAT WE USED TO BE US.

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

WHAT? IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO.

IT WAS LIKE A HUNDRED YEARS AGO.

WE WERE YOUNG. I DON'T KNOW.

IT WAS BAD TIMING.

CONGRATULATIONS:

ON A JOB WELL DONE,

BUT I'M GONNA LEAVE NOW.

AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE HERE,

YOUR LAWYERS ARE, UH,

THEY'RE PRESSURING ME TO--

WELL, NO, THREATENING ME TO SELL

JUST SO THEY CAN

TEAR IT DOWN.

I... I REALLY HAD

NO IDEA.

OUR BED & BREAKFAS IS RIGHT WHERE

THE PARKING LO IS GOING TO BE.

OKAY. IT'S NOT OURS.

IT'S YOURS.

AND I'M SURE YOU WERE OFFERED

FAIR MARKET VALUE.

AND I'M NOT SURE

YOU EVEN KNOW:

THE MEANING:

OF THE WORD "VALUE," MEL.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD

LOOK THAT UP.

THANKS FOR THE TOUR.

I'LL WALK BACK.

I WON'T LET IT HAPPEN.

OH, REALLY?

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO

ABOUT IT?

MELODY, DON'T--DON'T--

OKAY, DON'T CALL ME "MELODY."

FINE.

JUST PLEASE, REMEMBER--

I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!

THE RUNNER'S LOOSE!

(screaming)

MEL?!

(groaning softly)

OH, MELODY.

(exhales)

OH. SWEETHEART.

OH, THANK GOD. YOU HAD US

SCARED TO DEATH.

HEY. (whispers) HI.

HOW YOU FEELING?

WHOA. WHAT--WHAT--

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

WHAT, A MAN CAN'T KISS

HIS OWN WIFE, MEL?

WIFE? WE'RE NOT MARRIED.

WHERE DO YOU LIVE, MELODY?

MEL. 6001 LAKE STREET.

CHICAGO.

CHICAGO?

AND WHERE DO YOU WORK?

I'M THE VICE PRESIDEN OF OPERATIONS AT SAVE NOW.

YOUR FULL NAME?

MEL.

MELODY GERARD.

UH...

MELODY McCLURE.

AND WE LIVE ON ELM STREET,

RIGHT HERE IN STREETSVILLE.

WHAT?

OKAY, I DON'T KNOW

WHAT YOU GUYS ARE DOING,

BUT I AM NOT BUYING IT.

SWEETIE, YOU GOT HI ON THE HEAD,

OBVIOUSLY A LITTLE BIT HARDER

THAN WE THOUGHT,

SO YOU NEED TO TAKE IT EASY.

YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW

WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE?

NO, I KNOW WHO THEY ARE.

I'M JUST NOT MARRIED,

AND I DON'T LIVE

IN STREETSVILLE, FOR GOD SAKE.

MRS. McCLURE, YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY

SUFFERING SOME KIND OF DELUSION

BROUGHT ON BY THE HEAD TRAUMA.

YOU NEED TO LIE DOWN

AND LET ME EXAMINE YOU

FURTHER.

WHAT I NEED TO DO

IS GET OUT OF HERE.

THAT'S WHAT I NEED TO DO.

I MEAN, I KNOW YOU GUYS

DON'T WANT THE STORE,

BUT THIS IS SICK.

MELODY, YOU--YOU DON'T REALLY

THINK YOU'RE NOT MARRIED

AND YOU LIVE IN CHICAGO

AND YOU WORK FOR SAVE NOW?

WHAT I THINK IS THA YOU ALL HAVE TOO MUCH TIME

ON YOUR HANDS, OKAY?

MELODY, BACK IN BED.

(doctor) MRS. McCLURE--

I HAVE TO PEE.

DOES MARRIED MELODY STILL PEE?

(whispers) WHAT?

(sighs)

(exhales deeply) OKAY, OKAY.

(turns on faucet)

(water running)

(slaps palms)

BAD DREAM, BAD DREAM.

(breathes heavily) OW.

NO. IT'S REAL. OKAY.

IT'S A JOKE. IT'S A JOKE.

OH, THEY'RE CRAZY.

THEY'RE ALL CRAZY.

YOU'RE NOT CRAZY.

(whispers) YOU'RE NOT CRAZY.

(knock on door)

(woman) MEL?

JUST A MINUTE.

DOCTOR, WHAT IS GOING ON?

PHYSICALLY, SHE'S FINE.

UH, THE X-RAY SHOWS

NO HEMORRHAGING.

ONLY A SLIGHT CONTUSION

WITH A RESULTING CONCUSSION.

(sighs)

MY GUESS IS THA SHE'S SUFFERING

FROM SOMETHING CALLED

LACUNAR AMNESIA.

IT LEAVES A GAP:

IN THE RECORDED MEMORY.

SHE'S OBVIOUSLY FILLED IT IN

WITH A FANTASY,

A WISH FULFILLMENT.

YOU MEAN... SHE WISHES THAT--

THAT SHE NEVER...

SHE'LL NEED TO SEE

A SPECIALIST,

BUT MY UNDERSTANDING

IS THAT THE GAP:

USUALLY CLOSES IN DUE TIME.

SOMETIMES IT ONLY TAKES,

YOU KNOW, ONE SMALL THING

FOR IT ALL TO FALL BACK

INTO PLACE, UH, SO TO SPEAK.

MEL? YOU OKAY?

(door creaks)

(Panic Attack's

"We Cry Diamonds" playing)

IT'S OKAY, I'M FINE

(panting) SORRY.

YOU GOT ME STUCK RIGHT HERE,

AND I WANNA MOVE ON

BLOOD ON MY SHIRT

YOU TRIED TO KEEP IT CLEAN,

BUT I'M EASILY HURT

I GET SO NERVOUS

TELL ME, DO I HAVE

WHAT IT TAKES?

OH, THANKS, MOM.

MEL'S GONE.

WHAT?

TELL THE TRUTH,

I EASILY BREAK:

ALREADY FORGO WHAT I WANTED TO SAY

THIS HAS GOTTA BE

THE WORST DAY EVER

WANNA GET CLOSE,

KEEP ON RUNNING AWAY

UH... MOM! IT LOOKS LIKE--

IT LOOKS LIKE SHE TOOK YOUR CAR.

WELL...

MAYBE SHE WENT HOME?

YEAH, EXCEPT SHE DOESN'T KNOW

WHERE HOME IS.

WHAT WAS THAT ADDRESS

IN CHICAGO?

SHE'S ALL BROKE UP

UH, UM... 6001 LAKE STREET,

I THINK.

6001 LAKE STREET.

ALWAYS IMAGINE THE WORST

NEVER BEEN MUCH:

FOR SURPRISES:

PANIC JUST A LITTLE

AT FIRST:

ALREADY FORGO WHAT I WANTED TO SAY

DID YOU GET YOUR HAIR CUT?

LOOKS GREAT.

WANNA GET CLOSE,

KEEP ON RUNNING AWAY

UH, IT'S FINE. MM-HMM.

KARL...

SOMEBODY'S LATE.

(exhales) I KNOW, I KNOW.

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE

WHAT THEY ARE DOING

TO INTIMIDATE ME.

MY WHOLE FAMILY IS IN ON IT.

I HAVE A TON OF FILING,

BUT RIGHT NOW I NEED YOU

ON THE PHONE.

PHONE? WHAT? LOOK...

(sighs) I NEED DEAN, OKAY?

I GOTTA TALK TO HIM.

THERE'S A PROBLEM WITH

THE CITY COUNCIL VOTE.

IT'S VERY, VERY IMPORTANT.

EMPLOYMENT SOLUTIONS

SENT YOU?

OH, I KNOW.

SO UGLY, RIGHT?

UH, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

IT'S A LONG STORY.

I HAVE MORE CLOTHES

IN MY OFFICE.

WHOA!

LOOK, LADY--

OKAY, WHOA, KARL.

"LADY"? I'M YOUR BOSS.

OH, REALLY?

HEY!

IS THIS HOW IT'S GONNA GO?

LOOK. SQUIRREL.

SECURITY! (gasps)

KARL? I KNEW YOU WERE

GUNNING FOR MY JOB,

BUT THIS IS A TAD SOON,

DON'T YOU THINK?

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE

CALL SECURITY?

THE WORST DAY EVER

NOW I'M ONE STEP CLOSER

THERE, THERE!

(screams)

OKAY. LOOK, GUYS...

OH, CRAP.

I-I'M GONNA CALL

HUMAN RESOURCES!

DO I HAVE WHAT IT TAKES?

NEVER BEEN MUCH OF A FIGHTER

LOOK OUT, GIRLS.

I EASILY BREAK:

ALREADY FORGO WHAT I WANTED TO SAY

NO! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!

(shouts indistinctly)

WANNA GET CLOSE,

KEEP ON RUNNING AWAY

THIS IS GONNA BE

THE WORST DAY, DAY, DAY

FRAGILE, DON'T BREAK

SHE LETS IT ALL HANG OU SO IT'S EASY TO TAKE

GIRL'S MADE OF GLASS

WHEN SHE'S ALL BROKE UP,

SHE'S A PAIN IN THE... AHH

OH! DEREK! JEN.

THANK GOD. HI, GUYS.

OH! THIS IS SO GREAT.

THEY COULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN

TO YOU.

THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW

ABOUT YOU.

I'M SORRY. I DON'T THINK

THAT WE'VE, UM--

SEE, I WENT HOME

TO STREETSVILLE,

AND I HIT MY HEAD, AND THEN

EVERYBODY STARTED PRETENDING

LIKE THEY DON'T KNOW ME.

I MEAN, IT WAS LIKE SOME

ELABORATE PLAN:

SO I DON'T BUILD

A SAVE NOW MEGA STORE.

I DON'T KNOW.

WHO ARE YOU?

YEAH. WHO IS SHE, DEREK?

(gasps) JEN, IT'S ME.

YOUR FRIEND!

YOU KNOW, THE ONE WHO

ALWAYS LOOKS HOTTER THAN YOU,

NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY.

(sighs)

LOOK, I AM SORRY.

I SHOULD HAVE LET YOU STAY

AND MAKE ME BREAKFAST.

I'M SURE IT WOULD

HAVE BEEN SOMETHING

SO YUMMY LIKE FRITTATAS

OR FANCY SCONES. I DON'T KNOW.

NEXT TIME, I WILL, OKAY?

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