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Thirteen Page #6
So, Evie...
we'll bring your suitcase
over later, okay?
So you're not gonna adopt me, Mel?
Evie, I mean...
Brooke's back, so--
Hi.
Hey, Trace.
Hey, girlies.
Astrid, Medina.
Hey, baby!
Ladies!
Let's go, ladies!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Evie. Evie, that was
hilarious. Now come pick me up.
It's Tracy.
Ev-- Can you hear me?
- Just a minute!
- God, are you jacking off in there?
- F*** off.
- Tracy, I'm with a client. Work mode.
Mom, I told you
that I was having a bad day.
I can't f***ing wait
till you move to Dad's.
What the hell did you say?
Nothing. It's just something I heard
Mom and Dad talking about, okay?
Forget it.
Hang on a minute!
- Hey, Tracy.
- Okay. Hang on!
- You's nasty.
- Yvette.
- I heard that you got used.
- What? By who?
By Conrad, on the stairs
at Nona's party.
Sh*t never happened,
but believe whatever the f*** you want.
That's not what Evie said.
You f***ing lying?
- You better not ever touch me again.
- Hey!
- Stop!
- This sh*t ain't over.
Stop it!
Hey, come back here!
You've made "F's"
on your last three tests...
and you haven't turned in
any homework.
On that basis alone,
you're gonna fail.
You'll be held back
in seventh grade.
What?
- They can hold me back?
- Yes, they can hold you back.
Tracy, your name was brought up
Evie Zamora turned in your fake I.D....
and then there's the matter
of cheating in your math class.
You were one
of my best students.
Your poem at the beginning of the year
was incredible.
I'm sorry.
Hey, Tracy.
Your mom sent me to pick you up.
What's going on? I'm supposed
to be studying at Yumi's house.
I don't think so.
Come on. Hop in.
You'll be okay.
Hey, Evie.
Brooke.
You healed up great.
Sit down.
- I have to go to the bathroom.
- Leave your purse.
Fine.
- Tracy.
- What the hell?
They found my stash,
and I had to tell them.
I love you, okay?
You're my girl.
Remember that.
I love you.
Come on. Let's go.
- Tracy.
- What?
None of that sh*t's mine.
We found it.
What? Speak up, Mama,
'cause I can't hear you!
Do not talk to your mother
like that.
She said, we found it
stashed around your bedroom...
Jesus, Evie.
- I had to. You don't get it.
- Oh, no, I get it.
Who the f*** do you think you are,
going in my room?
You're lucky I got there
before the cops did, honey.
Hey, I'm just trying
to help you, sweetie.
How do you explain
$860 in your purse?
What do you expect me
to say, Mom?
We jacked it, okay?
It's not like your broke ass
ever has any money to give me.
Mom, when Brady went
to the halfway house...
what happened to
our phone, our cable?
You didn't even know how
to pay the bills.
It's no wonder Dad
didn't want to be with you!
You didn't even finish high school!
We don't have extra stuff, but we're
doing okay. You know we're doing okay.
You don't have to steal.
Mom, you knew what was going on!
You're not that dumb, are you?
I didn't know it went that far!
Oh, God!
We'll be moving up to Ojai,
so you won't be seeing Evie again.
Ever.
You're really cruel, Tracy.
I mean, I'm sure you can be
a sweet kid when you want to...
but right now you're
a really bad influence.
I mean, you cheat,
you lie, you steal.
Oh, my God!
Are you kidding me?
Where do you think I learned
all this sh*t from?
Tracy was playing Barbies
before she met Evie.
Did she teach you how to beat
the crap out of her as well?
- I've seen the bruises.
- What the hell did you tell her, Evie?
Come here.
What about this?
- What the f***? We were just goofing.
- Tracy didn't hit her.
- Yes, she did!
- I don't believe this! She hit me too!
- And look at this, Mel.
- Don't you dare! No! Please!
- Get your hands off her.
- See? She cuts.
It's none of your business,
you f***ing Frankenstein!
Oh, no, this child is my business,
you little c*nt.
That's enough.
You need to get out.
- Honey, come on.
- Get out!
Who would want to be
in this sh*t hole anyway?
It f***ing stinks in here, Mel!
Oh, no, Mom!
Get off of me. I hate you!
Stop!
I love you and your brother
more than anything in the world...
and I'll die for you, but I won't
Mason said you wanted me
to move in with Dad!
You don't want me!
You don't want me!
I want your dad
to be in your life more.
I want you here with me.
You're my heart.
I'll make it right.
It can never be right.
Get off me. No.
Get off. Mom, please!
Don't hold me! Don't!
Stop!
Mom, don't!
Don't! Please.
No. No.
No. God.
Stop.
Stop.
Mom.
Mom.
Don't.
Oh, God.
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