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but I couldn't.

He was driving so fast.

Lost them for a little while until...

They crashed the car.

Ran a stop sign and

hit a truck..

By the time I got there

everything was on fire.

I couldn't get to them.

It wouldn't have happened

if I hadn't gone after her.

You get changed and go meet Doug.

Hey.

It's not your fault.

That's not your fault.

It's just like..

I mean, my mom

getting in a car accident,

it's not my fault.

Your mother must have been very pretty.

Yeah.

She had bigger tits than me.

I have dads tits, I don't

know what happened.

I got my dads too.

See you back there.

I said, get white ones, but..

She likes them.

- Watch out!

- Sorry!

Can I take a shower yet?

- Nope.

There are a couple of more...

keeps going out.

- Why did you dump Lois?

- Goddamit!

I didn't dump her.

You been living here with me.

What's up with that?

I don't know.

You think it's all her fault?

- What?

Your daughter and the car crash.

She told you about that?

Yeah.

It's not like a secret or something?

Give me my lighter back.

Because it would really suck

sh*t if you blamed her for that.

I don't blame her.

What are you talking about?

- I mean, she was being a good mom.

- Who said she wasn't?

So don't think it's all her fault, then?

- No.

I don't know. We don't talk about it.

Give me my lighter back.

You should talk about it.

- Hey, 'll see you later.

- Where are you going? - The club.

Don't you think you should take

a few nights off until your...

you know. - I got my cranberry juice.

I'm good to go.

Allison, I don't think you

should do this anymore.

- Do what?

- You know what I'm talking about.

You don't work, you don't eat.

Wait.

I can't let you do this.

- Lois, don't. - What?

Don't be stupid.

I apologize for being so unsophisicated

but I can not let a 16-year

girl prostitute herself.

- I'm f***ing dancer.

- And a prostitute!

Well, you are not my f***in mom.

So get the f*** out of my way!

- Alison! - Don't f***in touch me!

- All right.

Listen to me, though.

Please, listen to me.

- I don't have to listen to you!

- Hey, what's going on?

You're not my f***in mom!

I don't listen to people!

This is my f***ing house!

- Just get the f*** out of my house. - No!

You don't know what your doing to yourself, sweetheart.

- Oh yeah. I don't know what I'm doing?

- Don't. - Please, Doug.

And I know more about what

I do, then you'll ever know.

- How many c*cks you swallow?

- Hey!

- F***! F***!

- All right, come on!

- My f***in.. - She didn't mean it!

- F*** you!

- Calm down!

- Stop f***ing touching me!

- She didn't mean it, all right?

- Get the f*** off me!

- Please, I'm sorry! Alison, Allison!

- Let her go, Doug! Doug, let her go!

- I just want to talk to her!

- Mallory!

- Doug!

Let her go.

There is a train to Chicago in the morning.

I will take the bus from

there to Indianapolis.

We're out of beer.

I'll be back in a little while.

Hello?

What?

Where are you?

I'll be right there.

What name are you under?

What?

Mallory.

- All right, all right.

Sit down.

- Do you want to know what she did?

- Yeah.

She had an altercation with

an unsatisfied customer. He..

He's droped the charges

and they've shaved down

the resisting arrest to desordarly

conduct so everybody get's off cheap.

Here's your receipt and my card.

You're free to go.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Thank you.

- Goddamnit.

- Doug?

Where are you going? Where you going?

- Get back in the car!

- Doug!

Goddamnit. What are you doing?

I'm nobodys little girl.

It's too late for that sh*t.

She's not Emily.

I know that.

- You leaving?

- Yeah. You..

You seen Mallory?

No, I haven't seen her.

- She got arrested last night. - I know.

I was there. We got raided.

- They shut us down.

- I bailed her out but.. she ran off.

I haven't seen her.

I don't know where she went.

Give this to her for me.

All right.

Tell her...

She's got my number.

Okay.

- You take care.

- You too.

Tara?

Hello?

Hey.

Where are you?

Houston.

- I'm heading to Vegas.

- Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Don't sweat it.

Well I do sweat.

Can't help it.

- It's been two weeks. - Yeah, I know.

I was gonna call, I just...

Thanks for the cash that you left me.

And the bag too, It's really

getting a lot of use.

You're welcome.

We're here, you know.

Anytime.

Will you tell Lois, I'm sorry?

For what?

Well, you know...

for getting all up in

her face like that...

All right, I will.

And don't be mad at me.

I'm not mad at you.

Not at all.

I miss you,

if that means anything to you.

I miss you too.

So Lois is gonna mind if I call

you every once in a while, right?

No, no.

Absolutely not.

Lois wouldn't mind

hearing from you either.

If ever you need...

female advice or whatever.

She thinks your smart.

Too smart, to be doing what you're doing.

Okay.

I gotta go.

- My bus is leaving.

- All right.

- Try to stay out of trouble.

- Yeah.

- I quit smoking.

- Really?

Good for you!

- Me too.

- Really?

- Welll, maybe there is some hope for us?

- Maybe so.

Maybe so.

You never know.

You never know.

You never do.

Right.

Bye, Doug.

Goodbye, Allison.

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